lorious King of _France_,
that makes his Family Kings whenever he pleases; that gives People yearly
Pensions to bellow out his praise; whose Edicts fly about like Squibs and
Crackers, and as much laughs at Parliaments and Councils, as a Whore of
Distinction does at the _Reforming-Society._

La. _Rod_. Such Princes are meant Scourges to the Earth; no Mortal's fit
for absolute Command; Men have their Passions; Monarchs are but Men, and
when Love, Jealousie, or Fear possess 'em, the Tyrants spurn, and rack
their guiltless People, who tamely bend, and court their fatal Madness;
our happy Realm knows no Despotick Sway; not only Kingdoms here, but
Hearts unite, the Sov'reign and the Subjects bless each other; a
Constitution so divinely fram'd; such gen'rous Concord, such resistless
Harmony, that Nature wonders at her own Perfections; a Climate and a
People so serene!

_Bram_. Look you, Madam, I'm no more an Enemy to the Government than to
your Ladiship: Your Ladiship has a good Estate, Estate, and your Person is
mightily dish'd out, fine and lovely and plump, therefore if your Ladyship
thinks fit to marry me, and the Government to give me a Place of a
Thousand a Year, I'm an humble Servant to both, otherwise I wou'dn't care
three Whiffs o' Tobacco, if the Government sunk, and your Ladiship were
blown up in the Clouds.

La. _Rod._ Plain-dealing, _Major_, ought to be inestimable, especially in
a Statesman, but you needn't give your self any trouble about me, you're
not a Creature tame enough for a Husband: The Lion that's us'd to range
the Woods, if once ensnar'd, grows ten times more outragious. What think
you, Cousin, shou'd we entangle the _Major_.

Mrs. _Lov._ We must never come near him, Madam, for I'm afraid he'll
devour us all.

_Bram._ Devour you all, Mrs. _Oatcake_, a Man must be damnable hungry to
feed upon your Chitterlings. [_Aside._] Now have I a good mind to hire two
or three honest Fellows to swear her into a Plot, have her Estate
confiscated to the Government, and get a Reward of half of it for so
serviceable a piece of Loyalty and Revenge; but to mortifie her more
compleatly, I'll go make my Addresses to the Divine Lady _Toss-up_.
[_Exit._

_Enter_ Nicknack.

_Nick._ [_Aside._] Were it not to improve my Int'rest with the Ladies,
I wou'd forswear all manner of Bus'ness, and grow perfectly idle, like a
Dancing-Master's Brains. I have been squeez'd up at the _Custom-House_,
'mongst _Jews_, _Swedes_, _