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Show the Sequel of the Trip to the Jubilee. 3 Thofe that have nothing elfe to fay, muft tell Stories; Fools over Burgundy, and Ladies over Tea , muft have fomething that's iharp to relifh their Liquor; .Malice is the piquant Sauce of fuch Converfation; and without it, their Entertainment wou'd prove mighty infipid. Now, Brother, why fhou'd w e pretend to quarrel with all Mankind ? Fire. Becaufe that all Manki nd quarrel with us. Stand. The worft Reafon in the World. Wou'd you pretend to devour a Lion, becaufe a Lion wou'd devour you ? Fire. Yes, if I cou'd. Stand. Ay, that's right j if you cou'd 1 But fince you have neither Teeth nor Paws for fuch an Encounter, lie quietly down, and perhaps the furious Beaft m a y run over you. Fire. 'Sdeath, Sir! But, I fay, that whoever abufes m y Brother's Wife, tho' at the back of the King's Chair, he's a Villain. Stand. N o , no, Brother; that's a contradiction : There's no fiich thing as Villany at Court. Indeed, if the Practice of Courts were found in a fingle Perfon, he might be ftil'd Villain with a vengeance; but Number and Power authorizes every thing, and turns the Villain upon their Accufers. In fhort, Sir, every Man's Morals, like his Religion now adays, pleads Liberty of Confcience ; every Man's Confcience is his convenience, and w e know no Convenience but Preferment*. As for inftance , W h o would be fo complaifant as to thank an Officer for his Courage, when that's the Condition of his Pay ? And who can be fo ill-natur'd, as to blame a Courtier for efpoufing that which is the very tenure of his Livelihood ? Fire. A very good Argument in a very damnable Caufe! • But, Sir, m y bus'nefs is not with the Court, but with You: I defire you, Sir , to open your Eyes; at leaft, be pleas'd to lend an Ear to what I heard juft n o w at the Choco- Ute-Houfe. Stand. Brother. Tire. Well, Sir. Stand. Did the Scandal pleafe you when you heard it ? Fire. No. Stand. Then why fhou'd you think it fhou'd pleafe m e ? Be not more uncharitable to your Friends than to your Self, fwcet Sir: If it made you uneafie, there's no queftion but it will torment me, who a m {0 much nearer concern'd. Fire. But wou'd you not be glad to know your Enemies? Stand. intimate FrPifehnadsw, !m yJ fT athbelye a-bCuosm'dp amney,, tahnedy 'rPeo tm-yC oFmrpiaennidoFs,in rsme..y |