Tim. Then for young Merchants, their Exchange is the Tavern, their Ware-house the Play-house, and their Bills of Exchange [Billet-Douxs], where to sup with their Wenches at the other end of the Town,—now judge you what a condition poor England is in: for my part I look upon it as a lost Nation, gads zoors.
Dull. I have considered it, and have found a way to save all yet.
Tim. As how, I pray?
Dull. As thus: we have Men here of great Experience and Ability—now I would have as many sent into England, as would supply all Places and Offices, both Civil and Military, d’ye see; their young Gentry should all travel hither for breeding, and to learn the mysteries of State.
Friend. As for the old covetous Fellows, I would have the Tradesmen get in their Debts, break and turn Troopers.
Tim. And they’d be soon weary of Extortion, gad zoors.
Dull. Then for the young Merchants, there should be a Law made, none should go beyond Ludgate.
Friend. You have found out the only way to preserve that great Kingdom. [Drinking all this while sometimes.]
Tim. Well, gad zoors, ’tis a fine thing to be a good Statesman.
Friend. Ay, Cornet, which you had never been had you staid in Old England.