Who’d bring the French, and head them too.
V.
Fox.—A whisper in your ear, John Horne,[[161]]
For one great end we both were born,
Alike we roar, and rant, and bellow—
Give us your hand, my honest fellow.
VI.
Tooke.—Charles, for a shuffler long I’ve known thee:
But come—for once, I’ll not disown thee;
And since with patriot zeal thou burnest,