t, Gentlemen, your Servant.
I must find out Lady _Rodomont_; for I have ingros'd the whole Ship's
Cargo to my self, as my Father us'd to do Raw-Silk, and design her the
first choice of ev'ry Thing. [_Exit._

_Col._ But what crabbed Don's this with the knavish Look of an old
plodding Conveyancer, whose Face and Profession are enough to raise the
Devil.

Sir _Har._ 'Tis Major _Bramble_, a factious, seditious old Rogue, that's
neither Whig, nor Tory, but an Enemy to his own Country; he hates the
Government, because the Government don't like him; repines at all our
Successes; and his Bosom Friends are Minters, Owlers, Pettifoggers,
Nonjurors that won't swear to the Government, and _Irish_ Evidences that
will swear to any thing.

_Enter_ Major Bramble.

Heav'n guard the Court!--What cursed Plot's now hatching, that brings the
grumbling _Major_ to the _Park_?

_Bram._ The Government, Sir _Harry_, will ne'er suspect my policy at
plotting, when I have no more sense than to trust a Wit with it; but the
Company I keep, may with wondrous ease form a Plot past your finding out.

Sir _Har._ What, cowardly Bullies, tatter'd Gam'sters, and Fellows that
have been twice transported, poor, unhappy scoundrels that disturb the
Nation to please you rich Male-Contents, and are hang'd for their reward.

_Bram._ Those Gentlemen, Sir _Harry_, you're pleas'd to term scoundrels, I
honour; he that takes sanctuary in the _Fleet_, has an immediate place in
my Heart; the Heroes of the _Mint_ are a formidable Body, magnanimously
sowse ev'ry Fellow in a Ditch that dares to infringe their Liberties; he
that's committed to _Newgate_ is in a fair way to Immortality;--He that
stands in the Pillory is exalted to a very high Station; the Observator is
my very good Friend; and he that writes the Review a Person of a most
incomparable Assurance.

_Col._ But where's the Satisfaction of admiring what's Rascally?

_Bram._ You're mistaken, Sir, Virtue's oppress'd; these are the only Men
of worth i'the Nation, and since the World's compos'd chiefly of Knaves
and Hypocrites, it behoves ev'ry honest Fellow to over-reach the World;
therefore he that runs away from his Creditors is a Man of admirable
Principles, and his Creditors are very great Rogues.

_Col._ But why d'you hate the Government, _Major_, what harm has that done
you.

_Bram._ Why, Sir, I was formerly in a very good Office, was turn'd out for
Bribery, and have had none giv'n m