Wall Street Blues
Westmoreland: O that we have the dope
But one fool perchance can undo all these boodle
By idle talk, mind you sirs!
Harry: How do you then we go
About or conceal from the Board, tell me.
If we are thick as thieves, we act as one
To do our country loss; and if we run
We abscond with lock stock and barrel, not a dime
Left behind. Not a word, to the Press,we have ‘t all.
By Jove, I am not sweating for gold,
Nor care I whose pension funds doth feed me;
Such outward things are for others to worry.
But if it be a sin to covet wealth,
I am the most offending soul alive….
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
KING. What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.