Bum. _I'm perswaded my Masters Brother had this very thing in his Head, though he never made any words on't to me, He had got a List of all the considerable Offices and Employments in the Kingdom: And I remember he was us'd to say, that most of the respective_ Officers _were either_ Corrupt, _or_ Popishly affected. _If they were_ Publick Ministers; _either the_ Kings Councells _were_ betray'd, _or they put him upon Governing in an_ Arbitrary way, _and without_ Parliaments: _As for the_ Judges _there was either_ Bribery, Absolute Power, _or_ Oppression _laid to their Charge; and so all the rest were branded for_ Frauds, Imbezilments, _and the like, according to the Quality of their businesse: All the_ Governours _of_ Towns, Castles, _and_ Forts, _were_ Popishly Inclin'd; _and not to be Trusted. And then all_ Ecclesiasticall Officers, _whatsoever, within four or five, were half way at_ Rome _already._ _Citt._ This is well remembred, _Bumpkin_; Now 'tis worth a bodies while to make _these Blades_ passe for _Papists_, and _Traitors_, that leave _Good Offices_ behinde 'um. Nay, we must not suffer so much as any man, either of _Brains_, or _Fortune_ (that does not joyn with _Us_) to passe untainted. Bum. _Thou say'st Right_, Citt; _for whosoever is not_ With _us, is_ Against _us._ _Citt._ Thou hast spoken patt to This point, _Bumpkin_, but yet thou begin'st at the wrong End; For you must first get the skill of _Raising_, and _Improving a Report_, before ye come to the _Fixing_ of it: For that's a Nicety not to be medled with, till we come to the taking out of the very Pins, and the Unhinging of the Government; So that the _First Clamour_ must be Level'd point-blank at some _Known_, and _Eminent Papists_. Bum. _Well, but what shall we_ Charge 'um with? _Citt._ Why, if we were Once at the bottom of _This Plot_ (which, upon my soul, _Bumpkin_, is a most hideous one) and wanted _matter_ for _Another_, I would charge them with a designe of betraying us to a _Foreign Enemy_. Bum. _As how a_ Foreign Enemy _pre'thee?_ A Heavy Charge. _Citt._ As Thus: I would charge 'um with holding an Intelligence with the Emperor of _Morocco_, for the Landing of _five and thirty thousand Light-horse men_ upon _Salisbury Plain_. Bum. _Pre'thee_, Citt, _don't_ Romance. Nothing Incredible.