_Citt._ And that's because th' art an arrant buzzard; the Lord deliver me from a fellow that has neither _Mony_, nor _Friends_, and yet's afraid of being _Taken_. Why 'tis the very making of many a mans Fortune to be _Taken_. How many men are there that give mony to be Taken, and make a _Trade_ on't; _Nay_ happy is the man that can but get any body to _Take_ him. Why I tell ye, there are people that will _quarrel_ for't, and make _Friends_ to be _Taken_. 'Tis a common thing in _Paris_, for a man in _One six Months_, to start out of a _Friendless_, and _Monyless_ condition, into an Equipage of _Lacquays_ and _Coaches_; and all this by nicking the blessed Opportunities of being _discreetly Taken_. Bum. _I have heard indeed of a man that set fire to_ one Old House, _and got as much Mony by a_ Brief _for't, as built him_ two New ones. _Citt._ Have not I my self heard it cast in a fellows Teeth, _I was the making of you_, Sirrah, _though y' are so high now a body must not speak to you: You had never been_ Taken _and_ clapt up, Sirrah, _but for me_. Bum. _Father! what Simpletons we_ Country-folks _are to you_ Citizens! _Citt._ Now put the case _Bumpkin_, that you were _Taken, Examin'd_ and _Committed_, provided you _stand to your Tackle_, y'are a Made man already; but if you _shrink in the wetting_, y'are lost. Bum. _Pray'e what do you mean by_ standing to my Tackle? _Citt._ You must be sure to keep your self upon a Guard, when y'are before the _Justice_; and not to be either _wheedled_, or _frighten'd_ into any _Discovery_; for they'le be trying a thousand Tricks with you. Bum. _But may I deny any thing that's charg'd upon me, point-blank, if I be guilty of it?_ A Salvo for a Lye. _Citt._ Yes, in the case of _self-preservation_, you may; but you must be sure then that no body can _disprove_ you; for if it be _known_, 'tis a _Scandall_, and no longer _Lawfull_: Your best way will be not to answer any Questions against your self. Bum. _But now you have brought me into a_ Goal, _you would do well to tell me how I shall get out again_. The Benefits of a Prison. _Citt._ Why before you turn your self thrice in your _Kennell_, (if _Baylable_) Y'are out again, upon a _Habeas Corpus_: But in the mean time, the Town rings of your _Commitment_, the _Cause_ of it, and how bravely you carry'd it upon your _Examination_; all which shall be Reported to your Advantage; and by this time, y'are Celebrated for the _Peoples Martyr_. And now come in the _Bottles_, the _Cold-Pies_, and the _Guynnies_: But you must lay your finger upon your Mouth, and keep all as close as if the _Fayries_ had brought it. Bum. _Pre'thee_, Citt, _wert thou ever bound_ Prentice _to a_ Statesman?