ASTOR, LENOX AND 173215 JBLIC LIBRARY HAY-MARKET. Mr. Bannifter. Mr. Maddocks. Mr. Benfon. Mr. Waldron, jun. Mr. Lyons. Mr. Burton. Mr. J. Bannifter. Mifs Tidfwell. Mrs. Goodall. Rog. Anan, Sir Sir Jac. Sir, firrah! and why not Sir Jacob, you rafcal? Is that all your manners? Has his Majesty dubb'd me a Knight for you to make me a Mifter? Are the candidates near upon coming? Rog. Nic Goofe, the taylor, from Putney, they fay, will be here in a crack, Sir Jacob. Sir Jac. Has Margery fetch'd in the linen? Rog. Yes, Sir Jacob. Sir Fac. Are the pigs and the poultry lock'd up in the barn? Rog. Safe, Sir Jacob. Sir Jac. And the plate and fpoons in the pantry? A 2 Rog. Rog. Yes, Sir Jacob. Sir Jac. Then give me the key; the mob will foon be upon us; and all is fish that comes to their net. Has Ralph laid the cloth in the hall? Rog. Yes, Sir Jacob. Sir Jac. Then let him bring out the turkey and chine, and be fure there is plenty of mustard; and, d'ye hear, Roger, do you ftand yourself at the gate, and be careful who you let in. Rog. I will, Sir Jacob. [Exit Rog. Sir Jac. So, now I believe things are pretty fecure: But I can't think what makes my daughters fo late ere they Who is that, Roger? [Knocking at the gate. Roger without. Mafter Lint, the pottercarrier, Sir Jacob. Sir Jac. Let him in. What the deuce can he want? Enter Lint. Sir Jac. Well, mafter Lint, your will? Lint. Why, I come, Sir Jacob, partly to enquire after your health; and partly, as I may fay, to fettle the bufinefs of the day. Sir Jac. What business? Lint. Your worship knoweth, this being the day of election, the rabble may be riotous; in which cafe, maims, bruises, contu fions, diflocations, fractures fimple and compound, may likely enfue: now your wor Thip need not be told, that I am not only a pharmacopolift, or vender of drugs, but likewife chirurgeon, or healer of wounds. Sir Jac. True, master Lint, and equally skillful in both. Lint. It is your worship's pleafure to fay fo, Sir Jacob: Is it your worthip's will that I lend a miniftring hand to the maim'd? Sir Jac. By all means. Lint. And to whom must I bring in my bill? Sir Jac. Doubtlefs, the veftry. Lint. Your worship knows, that, kill or cure, I have contracted to phyfic the parish poor by the great: but this must be a feparate charge. Sir Jac. No, no; all under one: come, mafter Lint, don't be unreasonable. Lint. Indeed, Sir Jacob, I can hardly afford it. What with the dearnefs of drugs, and the number of patients the peace has pro cured me, I can't get falt to my porridge. Sir Jac. Bad this year, the better the next-We must take things rough and fmooth as they run. Lint. Indeed I have a very hard bargain. Sir Jac. No fuch matter; we are, neighbour Lint, a little better inftructed. For merly, indeed, a fit of illnefs was very expenfive; A 3 |