But if by mishap
They fail of a Chap,
To keep in their Hands, they each other entrap.
Like Pikes, lank with Hunger, who miss of their Ends,
They bite their Companions, and prey on their Friends.
Now, Peachum, you and I, like honest Tradesmen, are to have a fair
Trial which of us two can over-reach the other.
SCENE II. A Gaming-House.
Macheath in a fine tarnish'd Coat, Ben Budge, Matt of the Mint.
MACHEATH. I am sorry, Gentlemen, the Road was so barren of Money.
When my Friends are in Difficulties, I am always glad that my Fortune
can be serviceable to them. [Gives them Money.] You see, Gentlemen,
I am not a mere Court Friend, who professes every thing and will do
nothing.
AIR XLIII. Lillibullero.
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.
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