_Will._ By what I hear, theres no such need of rubbing up the _Tallow-chandler's_ memory. A my word Sir, y'are got into pleasant company--Here's a _Vintner_ acts the Devil--and a _Tallow-chandler_ acts a Judge--and Judges, Sir, are no fools to have their memories rub'd. _Ralph._ Who the Devil made the _Tallow-chandler_ a Judge? _Will._ Wine and Fat Venson, Sir, at the _Crown-Tavern_, in _Bloomsbury_; For there it was that the _Tallow-chandler_ a Witty, Jocose, Droll of a _Tallow-chandler_, finding there was something to be done to gratify the Company (for it was at a public Venson-Feast) took upon him the Dignity of the Coife, and causing Mr. _Hamden_ to be arraign'd before him, Mercilesly condemn'd him to be hang'd. _Ralph._ What had the _Tallow-chandler_ to do with Mr. _Hamden_.--Surely he is to stand or fall by another sort of Judicature then six ith Pound. _Will._ Oh, Sir, 'twas done to please a brace of Reverend Justices that were Stewards of the Feast--and such frolicks as these, Lord Sir, you cannot imagin how they digest Venson, Pasty Pudding Crust--There are some people so hot, that you would admire they do not melt their Grease, and get the Scratches with Galloping after such fancies as these. _Ralph._ And yet when this _Tallow-chandler_ serv'd Mr. _Hamden_ with Candles, he did not scruple to take his Money, notwithstanding he might not then be of his severe Judges present opinion: And therefore there is some hope yet left, that Mr. _Hamden_ may sweeten up his Judge into a Reprieve, upon a promise of laying in his _Winter_ store out of _Bloomsbury_. _Will._ There was an _Apothecary_ too, whose spleen was extreamly tickl'd at the conceit of their design. Repute makes him a person of a bulky stature, famous for the beauty of his Wainscot Lady, and the wit of his Son, whom he teaches to curse the D. of M. _Ralph._ Why truly, this _Pothecary_ is highly to be applauded for his Loyalty: for to shew the Exquisiteness of his Allegiance, he sends his child to the Devil to confirm it. _Will._ There were several others that met at two or three of these consults, that have open'd their Purses to save their Reputation. _Ralph._ I am not apt to believe that people who concerned themselves with such a ridiculous Sham as this, had much Reputation to lose; and therefore their _Peter-Pence_ were ill bestow'd. The Proverb is, _Discover, and shame the Devil_. _Will._ That never could be better don then by the Dress with which they disguis'd him: For certainly all the _Fools_ and _Zanies_ in _Bartholomew-Fair_ were never so quaintly rigg'd, as this same _Hob-thrush_ of a _Vintner_ was equipped to act his Tragick-Comedy. _Ralph._ As how? _Will._ First they hung about his Neck a large _Night-Rail_, which the Gentlewoman of the House lent him out of her Zeal.