Sr. Rog. Zounds, we are the Town, and we will have him on, whether you will or no.
Omn. Ay, ay, on, on, on, on, on.
Pas. Gentlemen— I thank you; Did not I tell you Mr. Hydra, that they wou’d Act their Parts with Universal Applause. Why Sir, the French Pit, Boxes, and Galleries, are nothing to the English for vivacity & Spirit, they cou’d not have Perform’d their Parts with half this Fun and good Humour. This now, Gentlemen is after the manner of Aristophanes, and the Italian Pasquinades. (Exit Pasquin)
Enter Pasquin immediately with
Count Hunt-Bubble in Mourning.
Pas. Sir you shall come before the Audience.
Count. Why, you Rascal, do you think I am afraid. Gentlemen and Ladies Your Servant [bowing to the Audience] I is a Fellow to be Countenanced in bringing Gentlemen’s Characters upon the Stage.
Pas. I am sure Sir, I shall be Iustifiable in bringing you upon the Stage. And so I have ye Approbation of the Town, I don’t value what You or any Sharpor can do to me.
Count. Who Says I am a Sharpor.
Pas. The whole City of Westminster; By whom, Sir, amongst many others, You are Presented as a Nusance.
Gentlemen, I have a Petition here, in my hand, against him and several others, that will raise the utmost Indignation in every hones Breast— Which, with leave of the Audience, I will read. Is it Your Pleasure that I shou’d read it.