PEACHUM, LOCKIT with an Account-Book.
LOCKIT. In this last Affair, Brother Peachum, we are agreed. You have
consented to go halves in Macheath.
PEACHUM. We shall never fall out about an Execution----But as to that
Article, pray how stands our last Year's Account?
LOCKIT. If you will run your Eye over it, you'll find 'tis fair and
clearly stated.
PEACHUM. This long Arrear of the Government is very hard upon us! Can
it be expected that we would hang our Acquaintance for nothing, when our
Betters will hardly save theirs without being paid for it. Unless the
People in Employment pay better, I promise them for the future, I shall let
other Rogues live besides their own.
LOCKIT. Perhaps, Brother, they are afraid these Matters may be carried too
far. We are treated by them with Contempt, as if our Profession were not
reputable.
PEACHUM. In one respect indeed our Employment may be reckon'd dishonest,
because, like great Statesmen, we encourage those who betray their Friends.
LOCKIT. Such Language, Brother, any where else, might turn to your
Prejudice. Learn to be more guarded, I beg you.
AIR XXX.--How happy are we, &c.
When you censure the Age,
Be cautious and sage,
Lest the Courtiers offended should be:
If you mention Vice or Bribe,
'Tis so pat to all the Tribe;
Each cries----That was levell'd at me.
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