Citt. Why then we must play the Domestique against him, next Fryday.
Bum. Nay, I'm sure to be trounc'd for't to some tune, if I be taken.
Citt. Pre'thee what art affraid of? There's no Treason in getting hands to a Petition man.
Bum. No, that's true; but I have put in such a Lurry of Dog-Rogues; they cry they're defam'd, with a Pox, they'le have their remedy; and they make such a Bawling.
Citt. Come, come, set thy heart at rest: and know that in this City th'art in the very Sanctuary of the Well-affected. But 'tis good however to prepare for the worst, and the best (as they say) will help its self. But art thou really afraid of being taken?
Bum. And so would you be too, if you were in my condition, without a penny, or a friend in the world to help ye.
The blessing of having neither friends nor Mony.
Citt. Thou art two great Owls, Bumkin, in a very few words. First, thou hast great friends and do'st not know on't, and Secondly thou do'st not understand the Blessing, of having neither Friends, nor Money. In one word, I'll see thee provided for; and in the mean time, give me thy answer to a few questions.
I make no doubt but they that put thee into this Trust, and Employment of helping on the Petition, are men of Estate, and men well-inclin'd to the Publique Cause.
Methods of Popularity.