MRS. PEACH. But in a case of necessity -- our own lives are in danger.
PEACH. Then, indeed, we must comply with 15 the customs of the world, and make gratitude give way to interest. He shall be taken off.
MRS. PEACH. I'll undertake to manage Polly.
PEACH. And I'll prepare matters for the Old Bailey. 20
Now I'm a wretch, indeed. Methinks I see him already in the cart, sweeter and more lovely than the nosegay in his hand!1 -- I hear the crowd extolling his resolution and intrepidity! -- What volleys of sighs are sent from the windows of Holborn,2 that 5 so comely a youth should be brought to disgrace! -- I see him at the tree! The whole circle are in tears! -- even butchers weep! -- Jack Ketch3 himself hesitates to perform his duty, and would be glad to lose his fee by a reprieve. What then will become 10 of Polly? As yet I may inform him of their design, and aid him in his escape. It shall be so. But then he flies, absents himself, and I bar myself from his dear, dear conversation! that too will distract me. If he keep out of the way, my papa and mama 15 may in time relent, and we may be happy. If he stays, he is hanged, and then he is lost forever! He intended to lie concealed in my room, till the dusk of the evening. If they are abroad, I'll this instant let him out, lest some accident should prevent him. 20Exit, and returns.
MACH. Pretty Polly, say,
When I was away,
Did your fancy never stray
To some newer lover?
POLLY. Without disguise, 5 Heaving sighs, Doting eyes,
My constant heart discover.
Fondly let me loll!
MACH. O pretty, pretty Poll. 10
POLLY. And are you as fond as ever, my dear?
MACH. Suspect my honor, my courage, suspect anything but my love. May my pistols miss fire, and my mare slip her shoulder while I am pursued, if I ever forsake thee! 15
POLLY. Nay, my dear, I have no reason to doubt you, for I find in the romance you lent me, none of the great heroes were ever false in love.
MACH. My heart was so free,
It roved like the bee, 20 Till Polly my passion requited; I sipped each flower,
I changed ev'ry hour,
But here ev'ry flower is united.
POLLY. Were you sentenced to transporta 25 tion, sure, my dear, you could not leave me behind you -- could you?
MACH. Is there any power, any force that could tear me from thee? You might sooner tear a pension out of the hands of a courtier, a fee from a 30 lawyer, a pretty woman from a looking glass, or any woman from quadrille. But to tear me from thee is impossible!