and what they fay for themselves; and then we fhall know what to say of them: Master Snuffle, begin.', . Snuffle. "To the worthy inhabitants of "the ancient corporation of Garratt: Gen"tlemen, your votes and intereft are hum-' bly requested in favour of Timothy "Goofe, to fucceed your late worthy mayor, Mr. Richard Dripping, in the faid office, he being" 66 66 -Heel-Tap. This Goofe is but a kind of Golling, a fort of fneaking fcoundrel: who' is he? Snuffle. Ajourneyman taylor, from Put ney. Heel-Tap A journeyman taylor! A rafcal, has he the impudence to tranfpire to bemayor? D'ye confider, neighbours, the weight of this office? Why, it is a burthen for the back of a porter; and can you think that this cross-legg'd cabbage-eating fon of a cucumber, this whey-fac'd ninny, who is but the ninth part of a man, has ftrength to support it ?4 ift Mob. No. Goose! no Goofe! Heel-Tap. Hold your hiffing, and proceed to the next. 66 Snuffle." Your votes are defired for Matthew Mug." ift Mob. A Mug! A Mug! Heel Heel-Tap. Oh, oh, what you are all ready to have a touch of the tankard: but, fair and foft, good neighbours, let us taste this Master Mug, before we fwallow him; and unless I am miftaken, you will find him a damn'd bitter draught. 1ft Mob. A Mug! a Mug! 2d Mob. Hear him; hear Master HeelTap. ift Mob. A Mug! a Mug! Heel-Tap. Harkye, you fellow, with your mouth full of Mug, let me ask you a que!tion: bring him forward: pray is not this Matthew Mug a victualler? 3d Mob. I believe he may. Heel-Tap. And lives at the sign of the Adam and Eve? 3d Mob. I believe he may. Heel-Tap. Now answer upon your ho nour, and as you are a gentleman, what is the prefent price of a quart of home-brew'd at the Adam and Eve? 3d Mob. I don't know. Heel-Tap. You lie, firrah: an't it a groat; 3d Mob. I believe it may. Heel-Tap. Oh, may be fo: now, neighbours, here's a pretty rafcal; this fame Mug, because, d'ye fee, ftate-affairs would not jog glibly without laying a farthing a quart upon ale; this fcoundrel, not content ed ed to take things in a medium way, has had the impudence to raise it a penny. Mob. No Mug! no Mug! Heel-Tap. So, I thought I fhould crack Mr. Mug. Come, proceed to the next, Si mon.. Snuffle. The next upon the lift is Peter Primmer, the schoolmaster. Heel-Tap. Ay, neighbours, and a fufficient man let me tell you, Mafter Primmer is the man for my money, a man of learning; that can lay down the law: why, adzooks, he is wife enough to puzzle the parfon: and then, how you have heard him oration at the Adam and Eve of a Saturday night, about Ruffia and Pruffia: Ecod, George Gage the excifeman is nothing at all to un. 4th Mob A Primmer!: Heel-Tap, Ay, if the folks above did but know him; why, lads, he will make us all ftatesmen in time... 2d Mob. Indeed! Heel-Tap. Why, he fwears as how all the mifcarriages are owing to the great people's not learning to read, 3d Mob. Indeed! Heel-Tap. For, fays Peter; fays he, if they would but once fubmit to be learned by me, there is no knowing to what a pitch the nation might rife. ift Mob. C ift Mob. Ay, I wish they would. candidate ? Heel-Tap. He is, Mafter 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-Tap. Like enough. Sneak. Odds-me, brother Bruin, can you tell me what is become of my vife? Bruin. She is gone off with the Major. Sneak. Mayhap to take a walk in the garden; I will go and take a peep at what they are doing. (Exit Sneak. Mob without huzza. Heel-Tap. Gad-fo! the candidates are coming. Come, neighbours, range yourfelves to the right and left, that you may be canvass'd in order: let us fee who comes first? ift Mob. Mafter Mug. Heel-Tap.Now,neighbours, have a good caution that this Mafter Mug does not cajole you; he is a damn'd palavering fellow. Enter Matthew Mug. Mug. Gentlemen, I am the lowest of your flaves: Mr. Heel-Tap, have the honour of kiffing your hand. Heel-Tap. There, did not I tell you? Mug. Ah, my very good friend, I hope your father is well? 1ft Mob. He is dead. Mug. So he is. Mr. Grub, if my wifhes prevail, your very good wife is in health. 2d Mob. Wife! I never was married. Mug. No more you were. Well, neigh bours and friends-Ah! what honest Dick Bennet. 3d Mob. My name is Gregory Gubbins. Mug. You are right, it is fo; and how fares it with good Mafter Gubbins? 3d Mob. Pretty tight, Master Mug. Mug. I am exceedingly happy to hear it. 4th Mob. Harkye, Mafter Mug. Mug. Your pleafure my very dear friend? 4th Mob. Why as how, and concerning our young one at home. Mug. Right; fhe is a prodigious promifing girl. 4th Mob. Girl! Zooks, why 'tis a boy. Mug. True; a fine boy! I love and honour the child. 4th Mob. Nay, 'tis none fuch a child; but you promis'd to get un a place. Mug. A place! what place? 4th Mob. Why, a gentleman's fervice, you know. Mug. It is done; it is fixed; it is fettled. 4th Mob. And when is the lad to take on! Mug. He muftgoin a fortnight at fartheft. 4th Mob C 2 |
