_Ben_. So it seems, his Time was come. _Jemmy_. But the present Time is ours, and no body alive hath more. Why are the Laws levell’d at us? are we more dishonest than the rest of Mankind? What we win, Gentlemen, is our own by the Law of Arms, and the Right of Conquest. _Crook_. Where shall we find such another Set of Practical Philosophers, who to a Man are above the Fear of Death? _Wat_. Sound Men, and true! _Robin_. Of try’d Courage, and indefatigable Industry! _Ned_. Who is there here that would not die for his Friend? _Harry_. Who is there here that would betray him for his Interest? _Matt_. Shew me a Gang of Courtiers that can say as much. _Ben_. We are for a just Partition of the World, for every Man hath a Right to enjoy Life. _Matt_. We retrench the Superfluities of Mankind. The World is avaritious, and I hate Avarice. A covetous fellow, like a Jackdaw, steals what he was never made to enjoy, for the sake of hiding it. These are the Robbers of Mankind, for Money was made for the Free-hearted and Generous, and where is the Injury of taking from another, what he hath not the Heart to make use of? _Jemmy_. Our several Stations for the Day are fixt. Good luck attend us all. Fill the Glasses. AIR XIX. Fill every Glass, &c. Matt. _Fill every Glass_, _for Wine inspires us_, _And fires us_ _With Courage_, _Love and Joy_. _Women and Wine should life employ_. _Is there ought else on Earth desirous_? Chorus. _Fill every Glass_, &c. _To them enter_ Macheath. _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? _Macheath_. I have a fixed Confidence, Gentlemen, in you all, as Men of Honour, and 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.