But here ev'ry Flow'r is united.
 
  POLLY. Were you sentenc'd to Transportation, sure, my Dear, you could 
not leave me behind you----could you?
  MACHEATH. 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 
Lawyer, a pretty Woman from a Looking-glass, or any Woman from Quadrille.--
--But to tear me from thee is impossible!
 
                   Air XVI.--Over the Hills and far away.
 
                   Were I laid on Greenland's Coast,
                   And in my Arms embrac'd my Lass;
                   Warm amidst eternal Frost,
                   Too soon the Half Year's Night would pass
 
                                 POLLY.
                   Were I sold on Indian Soil,
                   Soon as the burning Day was clos'd,
                   I could mock the sultry Toil
                   When on my Charmer's Breast repos'd.
 
                MACHEATH. And I would love you all the Day,
                POLLY.    Every Night would kiss and play,
                MACHEATH. If with me you'd fondly stray
                POLLY.    Over the Hills and far away.
                
  POLLY. Yes, I would go with thee. But oh!----how shall I speak it? I must 
be torn from thee. We must part.
  MACHEATH. How! Part!
  POLLY. We must, we must.----My Papa and Mama are set against thy Life. 
They now, even now are in Search after thee. They are preparing Evidence 
against thee. Thy Life depends upon a moment.                  
 
                Air XVII.--Gin thou wert mine awn thing.----
 
                   Oh What pain it is to part!
                   Can I leave thee, can I leave thee?
                   O what pain it is to part!
                   Can thy Polly ever leave thee?
                   But lest Death my Love should thwart,
                   And bring thee from my bleeding Heart!
                     Fly hence, and let me leave thee.
 
One Kiss and then--one Kiss--begone--farewell.
  MACHEATH. My Hand, my Heart, my Dear, is so riveted to thine, that I 
cannot unloose my Hold.
  POLLY. But my Papa may intercept thee, and then I should lose the very 
glimmering of Hope. A few Weeks, perhaps, may reconcile us all. Shall thy 
Polly hear from thee?
  MACHEATH. Must I then go?
  POLLY. And will not Absence change your Love?
  MACHEATH. If you doubt it, let me stay--and be hang'd.
  POLLY. O how I fear! how I tremble!----Go----but when Safety will give 
you leave, you will be sure to see me again; for 'till then Polly is 
wretched.
 
                        Air XVII.--O the Broom, &c.
 
[Parting, and looking back at each other with fondness; he at one Door, she 
at the other.
 
                                 MACHEATH.
                   The Miser thus a Shilling sees,
                     Which he's oblig'd to pay,
                   With sighs resigns it by degrees,
                     And fears 'tis gone for aye.
 
                                  POLLY.
                   The Boy, thus when his Sparrow's flown,
                     The Bird in Silence eyes;
                   But soon as out of Sight 'tis gone,
                     Whines, whimpers, sobs and cries.
 
 
                           ACT II        SCENE I
 
                           A Tavern near Newgate.
 
JEMMY TWITCHER, CROOK-FINGER'D JACK, WAT DREARY, ROBIN OF BAGSHOT, NIMMING 
    NED, HENRY PADINGTON, MATT OF THE MINT, BEN BUDGE, and the rest of the 
    Gang at the Table, with Wine, Brandy, and Tobacco.
 
  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?