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,