_Citt._ Only a word or two more, and then I'le let you into my affairs. What course did you propound to your self, in case your _Petition_ had succeeded? I ask this, because you seem so much troubl'd at the Disappointment. Other Petitions upon the Anvill. Bum. _Why if this_ Petition _had gone_ on, _and the_ Parliament _had_ met, _I was promis'd four or five_ Petitions _more; One against_ Danby, _and the Lords in the_ Tower, _another_ for the Sitting of this Parliament, till they had gone through all they had to do; _a_ Third, _for taking away the_ Bishops Votes, _a_ Fourth _for the Remove of_ Evill Counsellours; _and a_ Fifth _for putting the_ Militia _into_ Safe hands. _Citt._ These points you must know, have been a long time upon the Anvill; and our Friends have Instructions all over the Kingdom, to proceed upon them to shew the Miraculous _Union_ of the Nation. But do you think because the _First Petition_ has receiv'd a _checque_, and the _Parliament_ is _Prorogu'd_, that therefore _the other Petitions must fall to the ground_? Bum. _I cannot well see how it should be otherwise._ _Citt._ Why then let me tell you, _Bumpkin_, We'l bring the whole business about again, and carry it on, in spite of Fate: for we have better _heads_ at work perhaps then you are aware of. Bum. _Ay, but what_ Hands _have we_ Citt? _for it will come to that at last_. _Citt._ Those _Heads_ will find _Hands_, never trouble your self, if there should be occasion; but 'tis too early-days for that sport yet. 'Twas an unlucky thing however to be so surpriz'd; For our Friends did no more dream of the _Sacrament_, then of their _Dying day_. Bum. _Well there's no recalling of what's past: But the Question is how we shall avoid it for the time to come._ _Citt._ Nay _Bumpkin_, there's a Trick worth two of _avoiding_ it, we'l _Take_ it next bout, and then we're safe; we'l carry it; I'le undertake by _fifty Voices_. Bum. _But cannot the_ Aldermen _hinder you from putting it to the Vote_? A Designe upon the Common-Council. _Citt._ 'Tis the custom of the City I confess, for the _Lord Mayor_ to _Summon_ and _dissolve Common-Councils_, and to put all points to the _Question_; but we'l finde a cure for that too. 'Tis a thing we've been a good while about already; the bringing down the _Authority_ of the _City_ into the _Major part_ of the _Commons_. Bum. _Now if the_ Mayor _and_ Aldermen _should be aware of this, they'l never endure it; but we must leave that to time. But hark ye_ Citt. _I thought our Friends refusing of the_ Sacrament had been matter of Conscience. Distinctions of Consciences.