Since I must swing, -- I scorn, I scorn to wince or whine. (Rises.)
But now again my spirits sink;
I'll raise them high with wine.
(Drinks a glass of wine.)
But valor the stronger grows, 10 The stronger liquor we're drinking. And how can we feel our woes,
When we've lost the trouble of thinking?
If thus -- a man can die
Much bolder with brandy. 15
(Pours out a bumper of brandy.)
So I drink off this bumper. -- And now I can stand the test. And my comrades shall see that I die as brave as the best. (Drinks.)
But can I leave my pretty hussies,
Without one tear, or tender sigh?
Their eyes, their lips, their busses, 20 Recall my love. -- Ah, must I die?
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! 25 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, de 30 sire to be admitted. I leave you together.
MACHEATH, BEN BUDGE, MATT OF THE MINT.
MACH. For my having broke prison, you see, gentlemen, I am ordered immediate execution. The sheriff's officers, I believe, are now at the door. That Jemmy Twitcher should peach me, I own surprised me! 'Tis a plain proof that the world is all alike, 5 and that even our gang can no more trust one another than other people. Therefore, I beg you,