Bum. O, their Landlords and Masters are men of huge Estates; but 'tis the Tenants, and the Stewards that I have to do withall. But then (do you mark me) those people are all in all with their Masters.
Citt. I suppose you may be known to the Landlords and Masters themselves too. Do they ever take any notice of you?
Bum. Yes, yes; I go often to their Houses man, and they speak mighty kindly to me; and there's nothing but Honest Obadiah, and Good Obadiah at every turn; and then the Men take me into the Kitchin, or into the Cellar, or so. And let me tell you Citt, if it had not been for them once, I had been plaguyly paid off in the Spirituall Court upon a certain Occasion.
Citt. That's a very good sign of Affection to the Cause, as I told thee: and it would be never the worse if they were under a Cloud at Court; for an Honest Revenge, ye know goes a great way with a tender Conscience.
Bum. I have hear'd some Inkling that way, but we'le scatter no words.
Citt. They never speak any thing to you in private, do they? As of Grievances, (I mean) Religion, the Liberty of the Subject, and such like?
Bum. No, no, but they talk as other people do, of the Plot, and the Jesuits, and Popery, and the French King, and so.
Citt. And what is the reason now, do ye think, that you are not receiv'd into their Bed-Chambers, their Closets, into their Arms, and into their very Hearts, as well as some other people as we know?
Bum. Alas! what should they do with me? I'm not a man fit to keep them Company.
A Golden Sentence.