Roger. Yes, sir Jacob.

Sir J. Then let him bring out the turkey and chine, and be sure there is plenty of mustard; and, d’ye hear, Roger, do you stand yourself at the gate, and be careful who you let in.

Roger. I will, sir Jacob.[exit.

Sir J. So, now I believe thing: are pretty secure.—

Mob. [Without.] Huzza!

Re-enter Roger.

Sir J. What’s the matter now, Roger?

Roger. The electors desire to know if your worship has any body to recommend?

Sir J. By no means; let them be free in their choice: I shan’t interfere.

Roger. And if your worship has any objection to Crispin Heeltap, the cobler, being returning officer?