Governour of the Fortress of Iusticia. To which Monsieur Fran∣cois replyed, O, ho, Bon jour, bon jour, Monsieur le Governur. Pray speak English, Sir, quoth the Governour, for I have burnt my Tongue already with learning to speak French. Thereupon my Brother Ramballat was chosen to be Interpreter between them, so they be∣gan and went on as follows.Monsieur Francois.Why, man, what's the matter, are all things turn'd topsie turvie?Governour.So it seems, Monsieur: But did not you talk of Arbi∣trary, and Absolute, just now?Monsieur.Yes I did, and what then?Governour.Why because I was an Aslertor of the disquieted Title to Plotters Island, which the Whigglanders call'd Crime, and an En∣deavouring to set up Arbitrary and Absolute Power.Monsieur.En bien, was that all your crime? that may be mine too for ought I know; for such is my business, and I am not to stir, until it be effectually done: But I have the Cash, the Cash, man, and that alone will do the work at long run.Governour.Cash, what Money?Monsieur.Yes Money, the very Life and Nerves of Intrigue and Design, the very weapon by which my Master hath made all those great Conquests which he now enjoys; and by which, if he lives but a few years longer, he'll subdue the whole World.Governour.How unhappy have I been, that could not be sooner accquainted with you; perhaps I might have been serviceable, and I'm sure his Coyn would have been acceptable enough to me.Monsieur.No matter, 'tis not too late yet; though you are out of Power, yet your advice may be serviceable, and i you'll come in for your share at that, I'll take care to procure you a Pension.Governour.Agreed, Monsieur Francois, with all my heart, and bring my Son in too; for of Idleness comes nothing, 'tis the mo∣ving hand gets the pence.Monsieur.Your Son, I know him, he's a thick-sul'd, hot-headed, sottish Clown, that can do us little good, unless it be to go now and then to Coffee-houses, and Huff, Swear, Ram and Dam against the Whigglanders, and that will scarce do neither, for they are grave, sober, serious, warie Sophisters, that must be handled gently, by men of Parts, learned, affable, and obliging, not by the heats and feuds of Ninnies and Fools.0