Part 74 (1/2)
If bullets fly about our ears, Let's laugh at death, and banish fears.
Come, follow me, &c._
_And if thou canst not live so stench,[153]
But thou must needs enjoy thy wench, If thou, my boy, such pleasure crave, A dainty doxy thou shalt have.
Come, follow me, &c._
_Courage, my sparks, my knights o' th' sun; Let Seville fame what we have done.
We'd better ten times fight a foe Than once for all to Tyburn go.
Come, follow me, &c._
_Come, let's away, mount, march away; This calm portends a prosperous day.
When we return, it shall be said That by our voyage we are made.
Come, follow me, &c._
_But if we ne'er again return, Enclose our ashes in an urn, And with them spice a wa.s.sal-cup, And to Good Fellows drink it up.
Come, follow me, &c._
_Which health, when it is gone about, And stoutly set their foot unto't, No doubt they shall enrolled be I' th' Book of Fame, as well as we.
Come, follow me, spruce sprigs, come follow me, And, if thou fall, I'll fall with thee._
_Enter a rank of_ TARPAULINS, _pressed for the same adventure, marching over the stage, and joining in the catch, an health-cup in the leader's hand_.
TAR. _When this grand health is gone about, Where you as stoutly stood unto't, Doubt not you shall recorded be I' th' Book of Fame, as well as we.
March after me, &c._
_And when this bowl shall run so round Your legs can stand upon no ground, Fear not, brave blades,[154] but you shall be Sworn brothers made as well as we.
March after me, &c._
_No other obsequies we crave, Nor quaint inscriptions on our grave; A simple shroud's a soldier's share, Which if he want he needs not care.
March after me, &c._
_Such vails are all we wish at last, Which if we want, the care is past.
This done, to think of us were just-- Who drink not get[155] as dry as dust.
March after me, &c._
_While you act what we did before, Discharge with chalk[156] the hostess' score; And if the hussy[157] challenge more, Charm th' maundring gossip with your roar.
March after me, we'll frolic be, And, if thou die, I'll die with thee._
SCENE IV.
BENHADAD _furiously accosts them_.