_Ralph._ Pardon me, _Sir_, I have a greater opinion of the _Vintner_, and that he acted what he did in the imitation of _Theseus_ and _Eneas_, who both went to visit _Pluto'_s Dominions; but this same _Vintner_ undertook to be even a tormented Inhabitant of the Lower Shades himself, to advance the Popish Interest, which was much a more daring deed then that of _Theseus._ The _Vintner_ had Listed himself in Hell, which _Theseus_ never did. _Will._ Ay--but _Theseus_ was _Theseus_; Theseus kicked _Proserpina's_ Dog before her Face, in her own Dining-Room: But this Bugbear of a _Vintner_ suffer'd himself to be thrash'd like any mortal Coward, and yet the Fool had not the wit to _vanish_.--They say, had the Earth yielded never so little, the first blow the Beadle hit, had struck him down to the place from whence he pretended to come. _Ralph._ But can you tell who hatched this Chicken of a Design? _Will._ Politick Heads, _Sir_, Politick Heads,--very Politick Heads--and of both Sexes too I assure ye. _Ralph._ I must confess I admire neither of their ingenuities; and as for the Women, I find 'em much more famous for the crafty carrying on a Love intrigue, or concealing their private enjoyments, then in managing _Hobgoblin_ Plots. _Will._ Sir, I do tell ye, this Committee consisted of several Persons, Male and Female--_Imprimis_, The Man of the House, and his Wife, chief _Presidences_ of the Council. In the next place, two _Fishmongers_ in _Bloomsbury_, if you hunt after the name of the one, you may easily find it: the other a most rude and ungraceful acknowledger of the Lord _Russel's_ former favours, as who had all along serv'd his Table from his own Shop; his Grandfather seems to have bin the Son of _Tomlins_. _Ralph._ These _Fishmongers_, Sir, were notably drawn into this Conspiracy--twas emblematical--For as great undertakings require great silence, so none more likely then _Fishmongers_ to bear the Proverb always in mind, _As mute as a Fish_. _Will._ The next was a _Tallow-chandler_, who, tho' he live by the Night, takes his name from Noon-Day. _Ralph._ Why that was it that spoil'd the whole Plot, to engage a _Tallow-chandler_ in deeds of Darkness. _Will._ Oh, Sir, but he was to have been a Witness--and none so fit to be witness as a man of Light--besides, Sir, he was to attend the _Hobgoblin_, and none so fit as a _Tallow Chandler_ to hold a Candle to the Devil. But observe how the _Tallow Chandler_ was match'd; for the other witness was to be a _Papistical Printer_ in the Neighbourhood. _Ralph._ There y'are right again--for if the Truth should chance to slip out of the _Chandler's_ memory, the _Printer_ had always a _Register_ ready to refresh it.