Bum. _Ay, ay: There's your_ free Speaker. _Well_ Citt, the King wants such men about him. _But pre'thee hear me; Is it certain his Majesty has Lent the King of_ France Three Millions? _Citt._ No, no; some Two and a half; or thereabouts. Bum. _Why, if the King would but make a League now with the_ Swiss _to keep the_ Turk _off_, That way; _and another with the_ Protestants _in_ Hungary, _to keep off the_ French, _the whole world could never hurt us._ _Citt._ Nay that's true enough, but then the _Pole_ lies so damnably betwixt _Us_ and the _Baltique_. Bum. _I'de not value that a Half-penny, so long as we have the_ Waldenses _to Friend._ _Citt._ And then _New-England_ lies so conveniently for _Provisions_. But what do you think of drawing _Nova Scotia_, and _Geneva_ into the _Alliance_? Bum. _Ay, but there's no hope of that: so long at the King follows these Counsells._ _Citt._ Thou art a great Read man I perceive in the _Interests of States_. Bum. _I have always had a phansy to_ Stows Survey _of_ London, _and those kinde of Books._ _Citt._ But Good _Bumpkin_, what's thy Opinion of the _Bishops Votes_, in Case of _Life and Death_? Bum. _Ay, or in Cases of_ Heaven and Hell _either. Why as true as thou art a man_ Citt, _we have but_ three Protestant Bishops _in the Nation; and I am told they are warping too._ _Citt._ Prethee why should we look for any _Protestant Bishops_ in the _Kingdom_, when there's no _Protestant Episcopacy_ in the _World_? but for all this, we may yet live to see the _Rufling_ of their _Lawn sleeves_. Bum. _Oh, now I think on't; dist thou ever reade the Story of_ Moses _and the_ Ten Tables? _Citt._ The _Two Tables_ in the _Mount_ thou mean'st. Bum. Gad _I think 'tis the_ Two Tables. _I read it in Print t'other day, in a very good Book, that as sure as thou art alive now,_ the Bishops in _Henry the 8th._ made the _Ten Commandments._ _Citt._ Why that was the reason, _Bumpkin_, when the _Lords and Commons_ put down _Bishops_, they put down the _Ten Commandments too_; and made _New ones_ of their _Own_. And dost not thou take notice that they put down the _Lords Prayer_ too, because 'twas akinn to the _Popish Pater-Noster_? and then for the _Creed_, they cast it quite out of the _Directory_. Bum. _Now as thou lay'st it down to me, the Case is as clear as Christal. And yet when I'm by my self sometime, I'm so affraid methinks of being_ Damn'd. _Citt._ What for, ye Fop you? Bum. _Why for_ Swearing, Lying, Dissembling, Cheating, Betraying, Defaming_, and the like._ The Brethren are only for Profitable Sins.