But we, Gentlemen, have still Honour enough to break through the Corruptions of the World.—And while I can serve you, you may command me. _Ben_. It grieves my Heart that so generous a Man should be involv’d in such Difficulties, as oblige him to live with such ill Company, and herd with Gamesters. _Matt_. See the Partiality of Mankind!—One Man may steal a Horse, better than another look over a Hedge.—Of all Mechanics, of all servile Handicrafts-men, a Gamester is the vilest. But yet, as many of the Quality are of the Profession, he is admitted amongst the politest Company. I wonder we are not more respected. _Macheath_. There will be deep Play to-night at _Mary-bone_, and consequently Money may be pick’d up upon the Road. Meet me there, and I’ll give you the Hint who is worth Setting. _Matt_. The Fellow with a brown Coat with a narrow Gold Binding, I am told, is never without Money. _Macheath_. What do you mean, _Matt_?—Sure you will not think of meddling with him!—He’s a good honest kind of a Fellow, and one of us. _Ben_. To be sure, Sir, we will put ourselves under your Direction. _Macheath_. Have an Eye upon the Money-Lenders.—A _Rouleau_, or two, would prove a pretty sort of an Expedition. I hate Extortion. _Matt_. Those Rouleaus are very pretty Things.—I hate your Bank Bills.—There is such a Hazard in putting them off. _Macheath_. There is a certain Man of Distinction, who in his Time hath nick’d me out of a great deal of the Ready. He is in my Cash, Ben;—I’ll point him out to you this Evening, and you shall draw upon him for the Debt.—The Company are met; I hear the Dice-Box in the other Room. So, Gentlemen, your Servant. You’ll meet me at _Mary-bone_. SCENE III. Peachum’s _Lock_. _A Table with Wine_, _Brandy_, _Pipes and Tobacco_. Peachum, Lockit. _Lockit_. The Coronation Account, Brother _Peachum_, is of so intricate a nature, that I believe it will never be settled. _Peachum_. It consists indeed of a great Variety of Articles.—It was worth to our People, in Fees of different kinds, above ten Instalments.—This is part of the Account, Brother, that lies open before us. _Lockit_. A Lady’s Tail of rich Brocade:—that, I see, is dispos’d of. _Peachum_. To Mrs. _Diana Trapes_, the Tally-Woman, and she will make a good Hand on’t in Shoes and Slippers, to trick out young Ladies, upon their going into Keeping.— _Lockit_. But I don’t see any Article of the Jewels. _Peachum_. Those are so well known that they must be sent abroad—You’ll find them enter’d under the Article of Exportation.—As for the Snuff-Boxes, Watches, Swords, &c.—I thought it best to enter them under their several Heads. _Lockit_. Seven and twenty Women’s Pockets complete; with the several things therein contain’d; all Seal’d, Number’d, and Enter’d.