Sir John. And the State of the Nation too, Mr. Mayor. I have always lamented the Want of such a C——ee. It could not fail, if well chosen, to answer every good End proposed by a National Enquiry.
Over. Brave, upright old Man! have you not seen Pharsalia? What have we got by the late E——y into dextrous Bob’s Conduct?
Blunt. A Proof that he ought to be shorten’d by the——
Over. And pray, how would you have those worthy Men serv’d, who condescended to let us have a Sight of that precious Half-proof, and not an Inch farther?
Blunt. As they deserved——
Over. Mum for that——Gad! Blunt, I thought you too sincere for Caution and Circumspection.
Rose. As much as to say, you thought his Worship no wiser than he shou’d be. Ha, ha!
Over. As much as I should think a Time-server to be an honest Man.
Blunt. Heed him not, Mr. Overall, he would set you and I together by the Ears, but he shan’t have his Ends. (Looking on his Watch.) Bless us! how insensibly Time passes in good Company.—Mr. Broadbottom, at what Hour shall we meet in the Town-Hall? the sooner the better, for fear of Accidents.
Broad. Of Opposition, you mean——I have heard of no new Candidate.