Bum. _It went on for a good while prettily well at the_ Quarter-Sessions; _till at last one_ Cross-grain'd Curr _there upon the_ Bench _claw'd us all away to the Devill, and got an Order of Court against it, while you would say what's this_. _Citt._ But what did he say? The Petition baffled in the Country. Bum. _Oh there was a great deal of stuff on't; the_ King, _and the_ Judges _(he said) had declared it to be_ Seditious, _and so they were to take it. That they sat there to_ keep _the_ Kings Peace, _not to countenance the_ Breaking _of it; and then (says he) these fellows don't know what they would have_. One _Petitions for_ Chalk, _and_ Another _for_ Cheese; _the Petition was at first_ for the meeting of the Parliament; _and then they came to Twit the King with his_ Coronation-Oath, _and then_, Delinquents _must be brought to_ Punishment; _and then the_ Parliament _was to Sit as_ long _as_ they pleas'd, _and at_ last, _every man must be_ mark'd _for a_ Common Enemy _that would not_ Subscribe _it. So that first they would have the_ Parliament Sit; _and then they'd cut 'um out their work; and in fine, it was little other then a_ Petition _against_ those _that would_ not Petition. _He said there were Ill practices in the getting of hands, and so they threw out the_ Petition, _and order'd an_ Enquiry _into the_ Abuses. _Citt._ Well, there's no remedy but Patience. Bum. _I had need of Patience I'm sure, for they're Examining the Hands allready, as hard as they can drive; You'l see me in the_ Gazette next Thursday, _as sure as a Gun_. _Citt._ Why then we must play the _Domestique_ against _him, next Fryday_. Bum. _Nay, I'm sure to be trounc'd for't to some tune, if I be_ taken. _Citt._ Pre'thee what art affraid of? There's no _Treason_ in getting hands to a _Petition_ man. Bum. _No, that's true; but I have put in such a Lurry of_ Dog-Rogues; _they cry_ they're defam'd, _with a Pox_, they'le have their remedy; _and they make such a Bawling_. _Citt._ Come, come, set thy heart at rest: and know that in this City th'art in the very Sanctuary of the _Well-affected_. But 'tis good however to prepare for the _worst_, and the _best_ (as they say) _will help its self_. But art thou really afraid of being _taken_? Bum. _And so would you be too, if you were in my condition, without a_ penny, _or a_ friend _in the world to help ye_. The blessing of having neither friends nor Mony. _Citt._ Thou art two great Owls, _Bumkin_, in a very few words. _First_, thou hast _great friends_ and do'st not _know on't_, and _Secondly_ thou do'st not understand the _Blessing_, of having neither _Friends_, nor _Money_. In one word, I'll see thee provided for; and in the mean time, give me thy answer to a few questions. I make no doubt but they that put thee into this _Trust_, and _Employment_ of helping on the _Petition_, are men of _Estate_, and men _well-inclin'd_ to the _Publique Cause_. Methods of _Popularity._