Sir _John_. I should not wonder if a general _Union_ against all secret and open Enemies would be the Consequence of any signal Misconduct or Defection in those lately _ingrafted_. For after such repeated Experience as the People have had of the Power of C—— _Infection_, it may be expected they would go greater Lengths than might be agreeable to the Authors of their Despair. ’tis dangerous to push a sensible People too far. _Over_. Pshaw! brag not too much of your Sensibility, I beseech you, after such Provocations as you have had since the _Septennial_ Y——e has been upon your Necks. Gad! they are as tame as my _Chesnut_ after a Morning’s Chase. Sir _John_. They are observant of the Laws, and I hope they will always continue so. _Over_. ’Sbud! you wou’dn’t have us keep Measures with _Renegadoes_ and _Promise-breakers_? Sir _John_. No; but I am for no Measure that exceeds legal Bounds. _Over_. Z—ds Man! you don’t think I would advise the knocking such _Recreants_ in the Head without Judge or Jury, tho’ they would merit the worst of Deaths. No; I would not touch a Hair of their Heads; but d—n me if ever that Man should have my Friendship or Vote again, who should once break public _Faith_ with me. _Blunt_. Right, my worthy ’Squire—— Oh! how solemnly have we been promis’d a Redress of all our Grievances as soon as our _Idols_ should come into the Administration! _Rose_. _Idols_! Mr. Mayor.—— _Blunt_. Ay, Doctor; such, and worse, if possible, are all those useless insignificant Men, that fawn, flatter and promise, to arrive at the Summit of their Ambition, and forget all they had promised as soon as their Turn is served.—Idols! Mr. _Roseband_; yes, Sir, I would call our Patriots so to their Faces, and even Mr. _Broadbottom_ himself, whom I always lov’d and serv’d, should the Redress of our Grievances be postpon’d. Tame and gull’d as we awkward Country Putts have been; stupid as we are thought to be, we can feel, and even see when we are play’d off. Let the Legerdemain be never so dextrous, believe me, we can see through it. _Over_. We don’t forget how Sir _Bob_ used to fly thro’ the Hoops, when he was press’d hard. He wou’d shift the Pack off his own, to cast it on _nobler_ Shoulders.——The Cheat is stale, it won’t pass now. _Blunt_. It won’t indeed. We know very well what it means to have a Thing go thro’ glibly below, when it is settled before hand, that it shall be stifled in its Flight. Mr. _Broadbottom_, you know my Meaning; and you know too what you have often promised, if ever you should come into Play, that you would promote the use of _Tacking_, when nothing else would do. _Smooth_. I am sorry that the Head of a considerable Corporation, should give so great Room for suspecting his Loyalty, as to wish for the postponing the _Supplies_ in time of War.