I have a fixed Confidence, Gentlemen, in you all, as Men of
Honour, as as such I value and respect you. Peachum is a Man that is useful
to us.
MATT. Is he about to play us any foul Play? I'll shoot him through the
Head.
MACHEATH. I beg you, Gentlemen, act with Conduct and Discretion. A Pistol
is your last Resort.
MATT. He knows nothing of this Meeting.
MACHEATH. Business cannot go on without him. He is a Man who knows the
World, and is a necessary Agent to us. We have had a slight Difference, and
'till it is accomodated I shall be obliged to keep out of his way. Any
private dispute of mine shall be of no ill consequence to my Friends. You
must continue to act under his Direction, for the moment we break loose
from him, our Gang is ruin'd.
MATT. As a Bawd to a Whore, I grant you, he is to us of great
Convenience.
MACHEATH. Make him believe I have quitted the Gang, which I can never do
but with Life. At our private Quarters I will continue to meet you. A Week
or so will probably reconcile us.
MATT. Your Instructions shall be observ'd. 'Tis now high time for us to
repair to our several Duties; so 'till the Evening at our Quarters in Moor-
Fields we bid you farewell.
MACHEATH. I shall wish myself with you. Success attend you.
[Sits down melancholy at the Table.
Air XX.--March in Rinaldo, with Drums and Trumpets.
MATT.
Let us take the Road.
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