Bum. _Nay there's enough of That I believe; but then there are such_ Huge Great men among 'um. _Citt._ Pluck up a good heart _Bumpkin_; the _Greater_, the _Better_; We fear 'um not. Rub up your Memory, and call to minde what you can say upon _Your own Knowledge_, and what you have _Heard_; either about _Sir Edmond-Bury Godfrey_, The _Plott_; The _Traytors_ that Suffer'd, or the _Kings Evidence_. Bum. _I have seen people_ shrug _sometimes, and lift up their_ Hands _and_ Eyes, _and shake their_ Heads, _and then they would clutch their_ Fists, _look sour_, _make_ Mouths, _and bite their_ Nails, _and so: And I dare swear I know what they thought._ _Citt._ Ah _Bumpkin_, if they had but so much as mutter'd, they'd been our own. Signs in Evidence. Bum. _Well but hark ye_ Citt, _I hear People swear_, or in WORDS to this Effect; _why may not a Man as well swear_, in SIGNS to this Effect? _and that they lifted up their_ Eyes, _and_ hands, _bent their_ Fists, _knit their_ Brows, _and made_ Mouths, to this or that Effect? _Citt._ No, that will never do _Bumpkin_, but if thou could'st but phansy that thou heard'st them _speak_. Bum. _Why truly I never thought on't, but I saw a_ Parson _once, the Tears flood in his Eyes, as one of 'um went by to Execution. But your_ Surcingle-men, (_as our Doctor told us last Lords day_) _are all of 'um_ Papists in their Hearts. _Citt._ Why what's the _Common-Prayer Book Bumpkin_, but a mess of _Parboyl'd Popery_? Bum. _I'm a dog, if our Minister does not pray for the_ Queen _still._ Sad Times. _Citt._ Nay, we are e'en at a fine pass, when the _Pulpit_ prays for the _Queen_, and the _Bench_ Drinks the _Duke of Yorks Health_. But to the point, bethink your self well; a man may forget a thing to day, and recollect it to morrow. Take notice however, that it is another main point of your Instructions to procure _Informations_ of this quality. Bum. _I'le fit you to a hair for that matter: But then I must be running up and down ye know, into_ Taverns, _and_ Coffee-houses, _and thrusting myself into_ Meetings, _and_ Clubs. _That licks mony._ _Citt._ Never trouble your self for that, you shall be well paid and your expences born: Beside so much a head from the State, for every Priest that you discover. Bum. _Well! these_ Priests _and_ Jesuites _are damn'd fellows._ _Citt._ And yet let me tell you _Bumpkin_, a _bare fac'd Papist_ is not half so bad as a _Papist_ in _Masquerade_. Bum. _Why what are those I prethee?_ Church worse to Dissenters then Jesuites.