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, you had
promis'd him a Session or two longer without Molestation.
LOCKIT. Mr. Peachum--this is the first time my Honour was ever
call'd in Question.
PEACHUM. Business is at an end--if once we act dishonourably.
LOCKIT. Who accuses me?
PEACHUM. You are warm, Brother.
LOCKIT. He that attacks my Honour, attacks my Livelihood.--And this
Usage--Sir--is not to be borne.
PEACHUM. Since you provoke me to speak--I must tell you too, that
Mrs. Coaxer charges you with defrauding her of her Information-Money,
for the apprehending of curl-pated Hugh. Indeed, indeed, Brother, we
must punctually pay our Spies, or we shall have no Information.
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