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What ever they say, this Sir Nicholas, and one Sir For∣mal that's with him, invented the Engine-loom, to the confusion of Ribbon-weavers. I shall be sufficiently reveng'd on the Rogues now.
O Villains! we'll maul 'em. Are these the tricks of a Vertoso? have they studi'd these fourteen years for this?
Yes, for much less. The truth is, 'tis a burning sham•…•… that poor men shou•…•…d be ruin'd by such Fellows, in sadness 'tis—
I never thought these Vertoso's wou'd do any thing but mischief, for my part.
Where are the Rogues? Come out of your Den.
Come ou•…•…! where are the Vertoso's here?
Break open the house. Open the doo,, or we'll demolish—
What wou'd you have? stand off?
What wou'd you have, you S•…•…n of a Whore; the Engine, and the Rogues that invented it.
Here's no Engine, no Rogues, nor Inventers neither—
Now will I try my Eloquence. Come, Gentlemen, What is it you wou'd have? What is the fountain of your dis∣contents? now for the power of Oratory! Come, come, come—
Here's one of the Rascals, take him amongst you.
Why, Gentlemen.
Tear him in pieces.
I say, Gentlemen—
Cut off his ears.
Take him and hang him upon the next Sign▪
I beseech you.
Ay, hang him up quickly.
Hold! hold! shall I not speak?
Yes, if you can after you are hang'd.
Why, Gentlemen, I am of your side. If you com∣mit this rash outrage, you will be soundly punish'd upon a Quare •…•…remuerunt G•…•…ntes—
Let him speak.
No, he shall not speak; hang him—
Hold, Neig•…•…bours and Friends, let's hear him; he•…•… may perhaps discover something of this business.
Let him speak—
By what occasion or accident this unheard of Tor∣rent of tempestuous-rage was thus in•…•…lam'd, •…•… very much ignore. But let it •…•…ot be said that Englishmen, good common-wealth's men, and sober discreet Ribbon-weavers, should be thus hurri'd
by the rapid force of the too dangerous Whirlwind, or Hurri∣cane of passion.
He speaks notably.
He's a well-spoken man truly—
Of p•…•…ssion, I s•…•…y, which with its sudden and, alas! too violent circumgyrations, does too often shipwrack those that are agitated by it, while it turns them into such giddy confusi∣on, that they can no longer trim the Sails of Reason, or steer by the Compass of Judgment.
His Tongue's well hung, but I know not what he means by all this stuff.
I say, Gentlemen.
Pox on you, •…•…ou shall say no more. What's this to the invention of the Loom?
This is one of the Inventers, hang him. Where's t'other? break open the house
Do but hear me?
No, Rascal, we will not hear you.
All this I can bear, if you will but hear me, Gen∣tlemen—I am a person—
A person, a Rogue, a Villain! a damn'd Vertoso! A perso•…•…!
I say, Gentlemen, I am a person—
Pox on you—we'll use you like a Dog—Sir—
Quousque tandem efsrenata jactabit audacia.
This is a barbarity which Scythians would blush at.
Scythians! What a pox does he call us names? take him, and hang him up.
I see Sir Formal's Oratory cannot prevail; What shall I do?
O there he is. Come down, or we'll fetch you down, and your Engine too.
Nay, then 'tis time to sally out—
Give us Pistols, quickly—
Hear me, Gentlemen, I never invented an Engine in my life; as gad shall sa' me you do me wrong. I never invent•…•…d so much as an Engine to pair Cream▪ cheese with. We Ver∣tuoso's
〈◊〉〈◊〉 find out any thing of use, 'tis not our way.
Hang your way. You are a damn'd lying Verto∣so. Break open the door quickly—
Where are these Dogs?
Murder! murder!
Where are these Rogues?
Sirra, go and call the Guard, least they should rally again.
Sir Formal is shot, and all the Rabble is escap'd u•…•…hurt.
O my Friend! Sir Formal! Sir Formal!
I am alive, Sir Nicholas, but surely I •…•…m shot.
Let's search—Here is no hole in your cloaths.
Hum—I find no blood. Truly I did opine that I was shot—but I am exceedingly beaten and bruised, Though there be no discretion, I have suffered much confusion.
I see your Oratory could not prevail.
No, no, these Barbarians understand not Eloquence. I must go in, and discover this disorder—
Let's take this opportunity to get rid of the Vertuo∣so, and go to the Masquerade.
Sir, the Guard was coming to suppress the tumult ere I went; they seiz'd some of the Mutineers, and dispers'd the rest.
Now we are safe, Sir. We humbly take our leaves till to morrow—
Gentlemen, your humble Servant;
Where are my Wife and Nieces?
They are gone abroad, Sir.
At this time o' night? Did they go together?
No, Sir, my Lady went alo•…•…e▪
And did you let my Nieces go out, Villain, without your Lady?
Sir Formal carried them out.
'Death! what design is this? they are gone to the Masquerade: My Wif•…•… alone too! I like not this▪ The story in German-•…•…treet was very suspi•…•…ious. I shall find out •…•…hese practi∣ses.