Heel. He is, master Sneak.

Sneak. Lord I know him, mun, as well as my mother: why, I used to go to his lectures to Pewterers’-hall, ’long with deputy Firkin.

Heel. Like enough.

Mob. [Without.] Huzza!

Heel. Gad-so! the candidates are coming.[Exeunt Mob, &c.

Re-enter Sir Jacob Jollup, Bruin, and Mrs. Bruin, through the garden gate.

Sir J. Well, son Bruin, how d’ye relish the corporation of Garratt?

Bruin. Why, lookye, sir Jacob, my way is always to speak what I think; I don’t approve on’t at all.

Mrs. B. No?

Sir J. And what’s your objection?