Adul. Mounsire! if ye hear People mumbling,
Ye must storm, and sharply take him up for stumbling.
Ye would not think what he said, a little while since,
Of us, to Respublica, in mine own presence!
Insol. When I meet them next I shall tell them both my mind.
Avar. And Policy, to help you, will not be behind.
Adul. Gentle Respublica was soon pacified;
But People was sturdy, and would not be qualified.
Avar. Alas! good, poor, silly soul! bear her fair in hand,
And ye may win her, as you lust, to use her land.
Oppr. But of goddess Occasion one little more.
Avar. Marry, sir! even as I would have said before:
She standeth with winged feet on a rolling wheel,
To take flight or any grass may grow on her heel.
And, even while we stand, jangling in this presence,
I dare say she is flown twice twenty score mile hence.
Oppr. Yea? Cock's bones! then adieu!
Insol. Farewell!
Adul. And I am gone!