Citt. Why what's the Common-Prayer Book Bumpkin, but a mess of Parboyl'd Popery?
Bum. I'm a dog, if our Minister does not pray for the Queen still.
Sad Times.
Citt. Nay, we are e'en at a fine pass, when the Pulpit prays for the Queen, and the Bench Drinks the Duke of Yorks Health. But to the point, bethink your self well; a man may forget a thing to day, and recollect it to morrow. Take notice however, that it is another main point of your Instructions to procure Informations of this quality.
Bum. I'le fit you to a hair for that matter: But then I must be running up and down ye know, into Taverns, and Coffee-houses, and thrusting myself into Meetings, and Clubs. That licks mony.
Citt. Never trouble your self for that, you shall be well paid and your expences born: Beside so much a head from the State, for every Priest that you discover.
Bum. Well! these Priests and Jesuites are damn'd fellows.
Citt. And yet let me tell you Bumpkin, a bare fac'd Papist is not half so bad as a Papist in Masquerade.
Bum. Why what are those I prethee?
Church worse to Dissenters then Jesuites.