ROom here! Clear the way! All the World make room! and let not a Soul be so desperately mad as to stop my Journey—

TRoth, Gentlemen, why shou'dn't my Deityship gi' me the same Priviledge o' threatning the Mob, when they stand i' my way, as the Slaves in Comedies have? Their vast haste is only for a Ves∣sel safely arriv'd, an old Fellow upo' the fret, or so; but I, Jove's Messenger, and sent by his Commands, ha' more reason to call for room, and clear all before me.—My Father he calls, I follow; his Word's my Law, and I obey him with all the Submission of a dutiful Son. I sooth him in his Wenching, encou∣rage him, pimp for him, counsel him, and rejoyce with him; and whene're he receives a Pleasure, it proves ten times as much to me. Do's he long for a Girl? He do's well and wisely to satisfie his long∣ing; a Thing all wise Men ought t' observe, provided it be safe. Now 'tis my Father's Will and Pleasure, t' impose upon Amphitryon: Troth I do't nobly.— Page  47 I'll do't immediately, Gentlemen, before your Faces. I'll whip on a Chaplet, pretend to be drunk, and get my self above. From thence I'll send him with a Vengeance, as soon as he approaches, and make him dry drunk, I'll warrant him. Next, Socia must go to Pot; and be condemn'd for what I did. But what's that to me? 'Tis my Bus'ness t' obey my Father's Com∣mands, and observe his Pleasure.—

O yonder comes Amphitryon. I shall make admira∣ble Sport with him, if you'll please to favour me with your Silence.—I'll in, and adorn my self like a Drunkard: Then I'll ascend th' House, and from thence do his Bus'ness for him.