Lucy. Yonder is my Father—perhaps this way we may light upon the Ordinary, who shall try if you will be as good as your Word.—For I long to be made an honest Woman.
[Exeunt.
Enter Peachum and 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 too 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.