Ben. But pr'ythee, Matt, what is become of thy brother Tom? I have not
seen him since my Return from Transportation.
MATT. Poor Brother Tom had an Accident this time Twelvemonth, and so
clever a made fellow he was, that I could not save him from those
fleaing Rascals the Surgeons; and now, poor Man, he is among the
Ottamys at Surgeons Hall.
BEN. So it seems, his Time was come.
JEMMY. But the present Time is ours, and no body alive hath more. Why are
the Laws levell'd at us? are we more dishonest than the rest of Mankind?
What we win, Gentlemen, is our own by the Law of Arms, and the Right of
Conquest.
CROOK. Where shall we find such another Set of Practical Philosophers,
who to a Man are above the Fear of Death?
WAT. Sound Men, and true!
ROBIN. Of try'd Courage, and indefatigable Industry!
NED. Who is there here that would not die for his Friend?
HARRY. Who is there here that would betray him for his Interest?
MATT. Show me a Gang of Courtiers that can say as much.
BEN. We are for a just Partition of the World, for every Man hath a Right
to enjoy Life.
MATT. We retrench the Superfluities of Mankind. The World is avaritious,
and I hate Avarice. A covetous fellow, like a Jackdaw, steals what he was
never made to enjoy, for the sake of hiding it. These are the Robbers of
Mankind, for Money was made for the Free-hearted and Generous, and where is
the Injury of taking from another, what he hath not the Heart to make use of?
JEMMY. Our several Stations for the Day are fixt.
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