_Citt._ They are your _Will-worship-men_, your _Prelates Brats_: Take the whole Litter of 'um, and you'l finde _never a barrel better Herring_. Let me tell thee in Love _Bumpkin, these Curs_ are forty times worse to _Us_ then the _Jesuits themselves_; for the _One_ is an _Open Enemy_, the _Other_ lies gnawing like a Canker in our _Bowells_. And then being train'd up to _Latin_ and _Greek_, there's no opposing of the _Power of Godlinesse_ to the _Sophistry_ of _Human Reason_: Beside that, the _Law_ is _For_ us in the _One_ Case, and _Against_ us in the _Other_. Bum. _Which way shall we go to work then, to deal with this Generation of Men?_ _Citt._ We must joyn the _Wisdom_ of the _Serpent_, to the _Innocence_ of the _Dove_; and endeavour to compass that by _stratagem_, which we cannot gain by _Argument_. But now am I going to open a _Mistery_ to thee, that's _worth_---- Bum. _Prethee the_ Worth _on't_ Citt: _For talk is but talk, the_ Worth _is the_ Main point. _Citt._ Why then let me tell thee _Bumpkin_, the _Mistery_ that I am about to disclose to thee, was _worth_ to our Predecessours not long since, no less then _Three Kingdoms_, and _a better penny_. But I'le seal your Lips up, before I stir one step further. Bum. _Why look ye_ Citt, may this Drink never go thorough me, if ever blab one Syllable of any thing thou tell'st me as a Secret. _Citt._ Hold, hold, _Bumkin_, and _may it never come up again if thou do'st_; for we'l have no shifting. Bum. And may it never come up again neither if I do. The strange agreement of Dissenters. _Citt._ Well, I'm satisfy'd, and now give attention; thou seest how unanimously fierce all the several Parties of the _Protestant Dissenters_ are against the _Papists_. Whence comes this _Conjunction_, I prethee, of so many _separate Congregations_, that are many of them worse then _Papists, One_ to _Another_? There must be in it, either _Conscience_, or _Interest_: If it were _Conscience_, we should fall foul _One_ upon _Another_, and for matter of _Interest_; when the _Papists_ are _destroy'd_, we are but still where we were. Bum. _This is a crotchet_, Citt, _that did not fall under my Night-Cap._ The scope of that Agreement. _Citt._ Be enlighten'd then. It is not the Destruction of those that are _Really Papists_, that will do our Work; for there's nothing to be got by't. But it must be our business to make _those people_ pass for _Papists_, that are _not_ so, but only have _Places_ to Lose: such as we our selves, by the removal of them, may be the better for; and _This, Bumpkin_ must be _our Master-piece_. Bum. _I had this very phansy my self_, Citt; _but it stuck betwixt my Teeth, and would not out._ _Citt._ You hear now in General, what is to be done; You must be next instructed in the Acts of _Raising_, _Cherishing_, and _Fomenting_ such _Opinions_; in what Cases to _Improve_ them, and where to _apply_ them. Who are Popishly affected in the first place.