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.
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