FIRST CITIZEN Don't ye ask awkward questions. SECOND CITIZEN Here's another coming! FIRST CITIZEN That's my Lord Chancellor Eldon. Wot he'll say, and wot he'll look! Mr. Pitt will be here soon. BOY I don't like Billy. He killed Uncle John's parrot. SECOND CITIZEN How may ye make that out, youngster? BOY Mr. Pitt made the war, and the war made us want sailors; and Uncle John went for a walk down Wapping High Street to talk to the pretty ladies one evening; and there was a press all along the river that night--a regular hot one--and Uncle John was carried on board a man-of-war to fight under Nelson; and nobody minded Uncle John's parrot, and it talked itself to death. So Mr. Pitt killed Uncle John's parrot; see it, sir? SECOND CITIZEN You had better have a care of this boy, friend. His brain is too precious for the common risks of Cheapside. Not but what he might as well have said Boney killed the parrot when he was about it. And as for Nelson--who's now sailing shinier seas than ours, if they've rubbed Her off his slate where he's gone to,--the French papers say that our loss in him is greater than our gain in ships; so that logically the victory is theirs. Gad, sir, it's almost true! [A hurrahing is heard from Cheapside, and the crowd in that direction begins to hustle and show excitement.] FIRST CITIZEN He's coming, he's coming! Here, let me lift you up, my boy.-- Why, they have taken out the horses, as I am man alive! SECOND CITIZEN Pitt for ever!--Why, here's a blade opening and shutting his mouth like the rest, but never a sound does he raise! THIRD CITIZEN I've not too much breath to carry me through my day's work, so I can't afford to waste it in such luxuries as crying Hurrah to aristocrats. If ye was ten yards off y'd think I was shouting as loud as any. SECOND CITIZEN It's a very mean practice of ye to husband yourself at such a time, and gape in dumbshow like a frog in Plaistow Marshes. THIRD CITIZEN No, sir; it's economy; a very necessary instinct in these days of ghastly taxations to pay half the armies in Europe! In short, in the word of the Ancients, it is scarcely compass-mentas to do otherwise! Somebody must save something, or the country will be as bankrupt as Mr. Pitt himself is, by all account; though he don't look it just now. [PITT's coach passes, drawn by a troop of running men and boy. The Prime Minister is seen within, a thin, erect, up-nosed figure, with a flush of excitement on his usually pale face. The vehicle reached the doorway to the Guildhall and halts with a jolt. PITT gets out shakily, and amid cheers enters the building.] FOURTH CITIZEN