. No Man
can say a civil thing to her, but (like other fine Ladies) her Vanity
makes her think he's her own for ever and ever.

AIR XXVIII. The Sun had loos'd his weary Teams, &c.

[Music]

The first time at the Looking-glass
The Mother sets her Daughter,
The Image strikes the smiling Lass
With Self-love ever after,
Each time she looks, she, fonder grown,
Thinks ev'ry Charm grows stronger.
But alas, vain Maid, all Eyes but your own
Can see you are not younger.

When Women consider their own Beauties, they are all alike unreasonable
in their Demands; for they expect their Lovers should like them as long
as they like themselves.

_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.

AIR XXIX. How happy are we, &c.

[Music]

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.

_Peachum._ Here's poor _Ned Clincher's_ Name, I see. Sure, Brother
_Lockit_, there was a little unfair Proceeding in _Ned's_ Case: for he
told me in the Condemn'd Hold, that for Value receiv'd,