Blunt. Patience. Mr. Overall, and you shall see her perch’d on the joint Endeavours of our mottley Ministry to save the Nation.
Broad. I hope you will, Mr. Blunt, tho’ you speak it with a Sneer.
Sir John. I heartily wish we may. But in my Mind, the Coalition on which you reckon so much, is as impracticable as squaring the Circle, if you Gentlemen newly Ingrafted, and those you are Ingrafted on, thought as you spoke and acted, and continue the same way of thinking?
Over. Have not you seen, that the late Ingrafted had two Ways of thinking?
Blunt. One fitted for the Country, the other for the Court?
Broad. Good Mr. Mayor, spare your Friends, at least till you find them tripping.
Sir John. For my Part, the whole Stress of my Argument rests on a Supposition; that both Parties of the Administration will adhere to their native Principles and Way of thinking. On this Supposition then where can be the Concord, where the Coalition?
Over. Just where the Union would be between Kites and Doves.
Blunt. But, my Fox-hunter, leaving Concord and Union out of the Question, when has it been seen, that spotless innocent Doves have had the weak Complaisance of associating with the crafty and guilty Kites, on the first Offer of Friendship and Cordiality?
Broad. Still, my worthy Magistrate, severe upon your old Friends?