Macheath. Gentlemen, well met. My Heart hath been with you this Hour; but an unexpected Affair hath detain’d me. No Ceremony, I beg you.
Matt. We were just breaking up to go upon Duty. Am I to have the Honour of taking the Air with you, Sir, this Evening upon the Heath? I drink a Dram now and then with the Stagecoachmen in the way of Friendship and Intelligence; and I know that about this Time there will be Passengers upon the Western Road, who are worth speaking with.
Macheath. I was to have been of that Party—but—
Matt. But what, Sir?
Macheath. Is there any Man who suspects my Courage?
Matt. We have all been Witnesses of it.
Macheath. My Honour and Truth to the Gang?
Matt. I’ll be answerable for it.
Macheath. In the Division of our Booty, have I ever shewn the least Marks of Avarice or Injustice?
Matt. By these Questions something seems to have ruffled you. Are any of us suspected?