Bum. _O, their_ Landlords _and_ Masters _are men of huge Estates; but 'tis the_ Tenants, _and the_ Stewards _that I have to do withall. But then (do you mark me) those people are all in all with their Masters._ _Citt._ I suppose you may be known to the _Landlords_ and _Masters themselves_ too. Do they ever take any notice of you? Bum. _Yes, yes; I go often to their Houses man, and they speak mighty kindly to me; and there's nothing but_ Honest Obadiah, _and_ Good Obadiah _at every turn; and then the Men take me into the Kitchin, or into the Cellar, or so. And let me tell you_ Citt, _if it had not been for them once, I had been plaguyly paid off in the_ Spirituall Court _upon a certain Occasion_. _Citt._ That's a very good sign of _Affection_ to the _Cause_, as I told thee: and it would be never the worse if they were under a Cloud at _Court_; for _an Honest Revenge_, ye know _goes a great way with a tender Conscience_. Bum. _I have hear'd some Inkling that way, but we'le scatter no words._ _Citt._ They never speak any thing to you in private, do they? As of _Grievances_, (I mean) _Religion, the Liberty of the Subject_, and such like? Bum. _No, no, but they talk as other people do, of the_ Plot, _and the_ Jesuits, _and_ Popery, _and the_ French King, _and so_. _Citt._ And what is the reason now, do ye think, that you are not receiv'd into their _Bed-Chambers_, their _Closets_, into their _Arms_, and into their very _Hearts_, as well as some other people as we know? Bum. _Alas! what should they do with me? I'm not a man fit to keep them Company._ A Golden Sentence. _Citt._ Why then _Honest Bumpkin_, here's a Golden Sentence for thee; _Be Taken, Sifted, Imprison'd, Pillory'd_, and stand true to thy _Principles_, and th'art company for the best _Lord_ in _Christendom_. They'l never dare to trust thee till th' art _Jayl_ and _Pillory-proof_; and the bringing of _thee into_ a Jayl would be a greater kindness, then the fetching of _Another man Out_. Bum. _Prethee Cit, tell me one thing by the way, hast thou ever made Tryal of this Experiment thy self?_ A Jayl is the High-way to Preferment. _Citt._ To tell thee as a friend, I have try'd it, and I'm the best part of a thousand pound the better for't. 'Tis certainly the high way to preferment. Bum. _And yet for all this_, Citt, _I have no minde in the World to be_ taken.