_Blunt_. By this Scheme of _Ingraftment_ it plainly appears, that if they don’t wear his Livery in View, they wear it under their upper Garments. _Over_. So that Sir _Brass_, like his Employer, still has his cloven Foot in all our Affairs. _Blunt_. As sure as this new-devised _Ingraftment_ will ruin all our _Affairs_, unless the _Projector_ and his _Disciples_ will be so humble as to submit to be led by the Few they have called in to help steer the Bark in a Storm. Sir _John_. And what was it but their own servile _Passiveness_ that had occasion’d the _Storm_ which they now endeavour to quell by the Help of Mr. _Broadbottom_ and his Brethren in the late Opposition? What could the late fallen _Minister_, of whom they affect to complain as the Author of all our Calamities; what could that _Phaeton_, I say, have done, had he not been supported by those who now affect to quit rather than draw with him? Had not they the Power of the _Purse_? had not they in that and every other Respect, the Means of tying up that _Adventurer_’s Hands from hurting his Country, if they would? Yes, Mr. _Broadbottom_, those Men you now venerate so much, had the _Power_, but they wanted the _Will_. And what was it but that fundamental, primary Ingredient in the Composition of some Men, _Selfishness_, which induced those Men to misuse the Power they then had? _Rose_. By your Leave, Sir _John_, tho’ the late Minister, the _Phaeton_, as you call him, may have misused his Power; I don’t see why these Gentlemen who _remain_ in the Administration should be involved in his Guilt. _Over_. Smoke the Parson, Gentlemen; mind how cautiously he treads on _Jack’s_ Heels.——_May have misused his Power!_ How gently he touches the Sore! Then again, the charitable _Man can’t see the least Speck of Gall_ in the _Doves_ that have thrust _Jack_ from the _Barn Door_. _Blunt_. Ah! Mr. _Overall_, that _Barn_ has made many an honest Man otherwise. Sir _John_. I don’t think it so, Mr. Mayor; a Man truly Honest is no more to be corrupted than a Woman truly Chast. But as it is she only who is a Whore in her Heart that can be defiled, so is it he only who is a Rogue in his Heart, that can be warped from his Integrity. _Over_. Gad, Sir _John_, I should be glad to know where your _truly Honest_ Men and _truly Chast_ Ladies grow. For in my poor Observation, I knew but one Man and one Woman that truly deserved the Epithet. _Smooth_. Your Mother was the precious Exception of one Sex.——Ha, ha! _Rose_. And his pious _Dad_ the other.——Ha, ha! _Over_. Neither; among the Men, _Jack_ the late M—r was the Exception, because he was the only Minister that ever I heard or read of, who had the _Honesty_ to pretend to _none_. And among the Fair, Madame _V—te_, who held out till her H—d commanded her and conducted her himself to the Arms of her Lover. _Omnes_. Ha, ha!