LIII. Lillibullero.

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The Modes of the Court so common are grown,
That a true Friend can hardly be met;
Friendship for Interest is but a Loan,
Which they let out for what they can get.
'Tis true, you find
Some Friends so kind,
Who will give you good Counsel themselves to defend.
In sorrowful Ditty,
They promise, they pity,
But shift for your Money, from Friend to Friend.

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_.

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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 in