Sir _Fran._ I have, says I, my Lord, a good estate, but it's a little out at elbows: and as I desire to serve my king as well as my country, I shall be very willing to accept of a place at court. Unc. _Rich._ This was bold indeed. Sir _Fran._ I'cod, I shot him flying, uncle; another man would have been a month before he durst have open'd his mouth about a place. But you shall hear. Sir _Francis_, says my Lord, what sort of a place may you have turn'd your thoughts upon? My Lord, says I, beggars must not be choosers; but some place about a thousand a year, I believe, might do pretty weel to begin with. Sir _Francis_, says he, I shall be glad to serve you in any thing I can; and in saying these words he gave me a squeeze by the hand, as much as to say, I'll do your business. And so he turn'd to a Lord that was there, who look'd as if he came for a place too. Unc. _Rich._ And so your fortune's made. Sir _Fran._ Don't you think so, uncle? Unc. _Rich._ Yes, for just so mine was made----twenty years ago. Sir _Fran._ Why, I never knew you had a place, uncle. Unc. _Rich._ Nor I neither upon my faith, nephew: but you have been down at the house since you made your court, have not you? Sir _Fran._ O yes; I would not neglect the house for ever so much. Unc. _Rich._ And what might they have done there to-day, I pray? Sir _Fran._ Why truly, uncle, I cannot well tell what they did. But I'll tell you what I did: I happen'd to make a little sort of a mistake. Unc. _Rich._ How was that? Sir _Fran._ Why you must know, uncle, they were all got into a sort of a hodge-podge argument for the good of the nation, which I did not well understand; however I was convinced, and so resolved to vote aright according to my conscience; but they made such a puzzling business on't, when they put the question, as they call it, that, I believe, I cry'd Ay, when I should have cry'd No; for a sort of a _Jacobite_ that sat next me, took me by the hand, and said, Sir, you are a man of honour, and a true _Englishman_, and I shou'd be glad to be better acquainted with you, and so he pull'd me along with the croud into the lobby with him, when I believe I should have staid where I was. Unc. _Rich._ And so, if you had not quite made your fortune before, you have clench'd it now. Ah, thou head of the _Headpieces_! [_Aside._] How now, what's the matter here? _Enter Lady ~Headpiece~, &c. in disorder, some dirty, some lame, some bloody._ Sir _Fran._ Mercy on us! they are all kill'd. Miss _Betty_. Not for a thousand pounds; but we have been all down in the dirt together. Lady _Head._ We have had a sad piece of work on't, Sir _Francis_, overturn'd in the channel, as we were going to the playhouse. Miss _Betty._ Over and over, papa; had it been coming from the playhouse, I shou'd not have car'd a farthing. Sir _Fran._ But, child, you are hurt, your face is all bloody. Miss _Betty._ O, Sir, my new gown is all dirty.