CURATE.—“In thy sight shall no man living be justified.”
Mr. FOX.—I despise the pitiful machinations of my opponents, knowing
the just cause of my electors must in the end prevail.
CURATE.—“And with thy favourable kindness shalt thou defend him as
with a shield.”
WITNESS.—He swore d—n him if he did not give Fox a plumper!
CLERK—“Good Lord! deliver us.”
Mr. MORGAN.—I stand here as Counsel for Sir CECIL WRAY.
CURATE.—“A general pestilence visited the land, serpents and FROGS defiled the holy temple.”
Mr. PHILLIPS.—Mr. HIGH BAILIFF, the audacity of that fellow opposite to me would almost justify my chastising him in this sacred place; but I will content myself with rolling his heavy head in the neighbouring kennel.
CURATE.—“Give peace in our time, O Lord!”
Sir CECIL WRAY.—I rise only to say thus much, that is, concerning myself—though as for the matter of myself, I don’t care, Mr. HIGH BAILIFF, much about it—