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4th Mob. Barbara bunch?

Mug. Yes; she has routs on Tuesdays and Sundays, and he gathers the tables; only he finds can'dles, cards, coffee, and tea.

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• 4th Mob. Is Lady Barbara's work pretty tight?' Mug. As good as a sinecure; he only writes 'cards to her company, and dresses his mistress's ' hair.

4th Mob. Hair! Zounds, why Jack was bred to dressing of horses.

Mug. True; but he is suffered to do that by deputy.

4th Mob. May be so.

Mug. It is so.

Hark'ye, dear Heel-tap, who is

this fellow? I should remember his face.

Heel. And don't you?

Mug. Not I, I profess.

• Heel. No!

• Mug. No.

• Heel. Well said, Master Mug; but come, time wears have you any thing more to say to the ⚫ corporation?'

Mug. Gentlemen of the corporation of Garratt

Heel. Now twig him; now mind him; mark how he hawls his muscles about.

Mug. The houour I this day solicit, will be to me the most honourable honour that can be conferr'd; and should I succeed, you, gentlemen, may depend on my using my utmost endeavours to promote the good of the borough; for which purpose, the encouragement of your trade and manufactories will most

principally tend. Garratt, it must be owned, is an inland town, and has not, like Wansworth, and Fulham, and Putney, the glorious advantage of a port; but what nature has denied, industry may supply: cabbage, carrots, and colly-flowers, may be deemed at present your staple commodities; but why should not your commerce be extended? Were I, gentlemen, worthy to advise, I should recommend the opening a new branch of trade; sparagrass, gentlemen, the manufactoring of sparagrass. Battersea, I own, gentlemen, bears at present the bell; but where lies the fault? In ourselves, gentlemen: let us, gentlemen, but exert our natural strength, and I will take upon me to say, that a hundred of grass from the corporation of Garratt will, in a short time, at the London market, be held at least as an equivalent to a Battersea bundle.

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Mob. A Mug! A Mug!

Heel. Damn the fellow, what a tongue he has! I must step in, or he will carry the day. Hark'ye, Master Mug?

Mug. Your pleasure, my very good friend?

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Heel. No flummering me: I tell thee, Matthew, 'twont do why, as to this article of ale here, how comes it about, that you have rais'd it a penny a quart?

Aug. A word in your ear, Crispin; you and your friends shall have it at three pence..

Heel What, sirrah, do you offer a bribe? D'ye dare to corrupt me, you scoundrel ?

Mug. Gentlemen

Heel. Here, neighbours; the fellow has offer'd to bate a penny a 'quart, if 'so be as how I would be consenting to impose upon you.

Mob. No Mug! no Mug!
Mug. Neighbours, friends—
Mob. No Mug!

Mug. I believe this is the first borough that ever was lost by the returning officer's refusing a bribe.

[Exit Mug. 2d Mob. Let us go and pull down his sign, Heel. Hold, hold, no riot: but, that we may not give Mug time to pervert the votes and carry the day, let us proceed to the election.

Mob. Agreed! agreed!

[Exit Heel-tap and Mob.

* Sir JACOB, BRUIN, and WIFE, come from the

balcony.

Sir. Jac. 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. Bruin. No!

Sir Jac. And what's your objection?

Bruin. Why, I was never over-fond of your Maygames; besides, corporations are too serious things; they are edge-tools, Sir Jacob.

* The second at usually begins here; and the whole foregoing scenes, from the end of a&t I. are omitted.

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Sir Jac. That they are frequently tools, I can readily grant: but I never heard much of their edge.

Mrs. Bruin. Well now, I protest, I am pleas'd with it mightily.

Bruin. And who the devil doubts it -You women folks are easily pleas'd.

Mrs. Bruin. Well, I like it so well, that I hope to see one every year.

Bruin. Do you? Why then you will be damnably bit; you may take your leave, I can tell you; for this is the last you shall see.

Sir Jac. Fie, Mr. Bruin, how can you be such a bear? is that a manner of treating your wife?

Bruin. What, I suppose you would have me such a snivelling sot as your son-in-law Sneak, to truckle and cringe, to fetch and to

Enter SNEAK in a violent hurry.

Sneak. Where's brother Bruin! O Lord, brother, 1 have such a dismal story to tell you.

Bruin. What's the matter?

Sneak. Why, you know know I went into the garden to look for my vife and the Major, and there I hunted and hunted as sharp as if it had been for one of my own minickens; but the deuse a major or madam could I see at last, a thought came into my head to look for them up in the summer-house.

Bruin. And there you found them?

Sneak. I'll tell you: the door was lock'd; and

then I look'd thro' the key hole; and there, Lord a mercy upon us! (Whispers.) as sure as a gun. Bruin. Indeed! Zounds, why did not you break open the door!

Sueak. I durst not: What, would you have me set my wit to a soldier? I warrant the Major would have knock'd me down with one of his boots; for I could see they were both of them off.

Bruin. Very well! pretty doings! You see, Sir Jacob, these are the fruits of indulgence. You may call me bear, but your daughter shall never make me a beast. [Mob huzzas.

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Sir Jac. Hey-day! What, is the election over already?

Enter CRISPIN, &c.

Heel. Where is master Sneak?

Sneak. Here, Crispin.

Heel. The ancient corporation of Garratt, in consideration of your great parts and abilities, and out of respect to their landlord Sir Jacob, have unanimously chosen you Mayor.

Sneak. Me! huzza! Good Lord, who would have thought it? But how came Mr. Primmer to lose it?

Heel. Why, Phill Fleam had told the electors, that Master Primmer was an Irishman; and so they would none of them give their vote for a foreigner.

Sneak. So then I have it for certain; huzza! Now, brother Bruin, you shall see how I'll manage my madam: Gad, I'll make her know I am a man of

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