And my Comrades shall see, that I die as brave as the Best. [Drinks.
Air LXV.--Did you ever hear of a gallant Sailor.
But can I leave my pretty Hussies,
Without one Tear, or tender Sigh?
Air LXVI.--Why are mine Eyes still flowing.
Their Eyes, their Lips, their Busses
Recall my Love,----Ah must I die!
Air LXVII.--Green Sleeves.
Since Laws were made for ev'ry Degree,
To curb Vice in others, as well as me,
I wonder we han't better Company,
Upon Tyburn Tree!
But Gold from Law can take out the Sting;
And if rich Men like us were to swing,
'Twould thin the Land, such Numbers to string
Upon Tyburn Tree!
JAILOR. Some Friends of yours, Captain, desire to be admitted----I leave
you together.
Scene 14.
MACHEATH, BEN BUDGE, MATT OF THE MINT.
MACHEATH. For my having broke Prison, you see, Gentlemen, I am order'd
immediate Execution.----The Sheriff's Officers, I believe, are now at th
Door.----That Jemmy Twitcher should peach me, I own surpris'd me!----'Tis a
plain Proof that the World is all alike, and that even our Gang can no more
trust one another than other People. Therefore, I beg you, Gentlemen, look
well to yourselves, for in all probability you may live some Months longer.
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