MACHEATH. My Honour and Truth to the Gang?

MATT. I'll be answerable for it.

MACHEATH. In the Division of our Booty, have I ever shewn the least
Marks of Avarice or Injustice?

MATT. By these Questions something seems to have ruffled you. Are
any of us suspected?

MACHEATH. I have a fixed Confidence, Gentlemen, in you all, as Men
of Honour, and as such I value and respect you. Peachum is a Man
that is useful to us.

MATT. Is he about to play us any foul Play? I'll shoot him through
the Head.

MACHEATH. I beg you, Gentlemen, act with Conduct and Discretion. A
Pistol is your last Resort.

MATT. He knows nothing of this Meeting.

MACHEATH. Business cannot go on without him. He is a Man who knows
the World, and is a necessary Agent to us. We have had a slight
Difference, and 'till it is accommodated I shall be oblig'd to keep
out of his way. Any private Dispute of mine shall be of no ill
consequence to my Friends. You must continue to act under his
Direction, for the moment we break loose from him, our Gang is
ruin'd.