_Will._ Politick Heads, _Sir_, Politick Heads,--very Politick Heads--and of both Sexes too I assure ye.
_Ralph._ I must confess I admire neither of their ingenuities; and as for the Women, I find 'em much more famous for the crafty carrying on a Love intrigue, or concealing their private enjoyments, then in managing _Hobgoblin_ Plots.
_Will._ Sir, I do tell ye, this Committee consisted of several Persons, Male and Female--_Imprimis_, The Man of the House, and his Wife, chief _Presidences_ of the Council. In the next place, two _Fishmongers_ in _Bloomsbury_, if you hunt after the name of the one, you may easily find it: the other a most rude and ungraceful acknowledger of the Lord _Russel's_ former favours, as who had all along serv'd his Table from his own Shop; his Grandfather seems to have bin the Son of _Tomlins_.
_Ralph._ These _Fishmongers_, Sir, were notably drawn into this Conspiracy--twas emblematical--For as great undertakings require great silence, so none more likely then _Fishmongers_ to bear the Proverb always in mind, _As mute as a Fish_.
_Will._ The next was a _Tallow-chandler_, who, tho' he live by the Night, takes his name from Noon-Day.
_Ralph._ Why that was it that spoil'd the whole Plot, to engage a _Tallow-chandler_ in deeds of Darkness.
_Will._ Oh, Sir, but he was to have been a Witness--and none so fit to be witness as a man of Light--besides, Sir, he was to attend the _Hobgoblin_, and none so fit as a _Tallow Chandler_ to hold a Candle to the Devil. But observe how the _Tallow Chandler_ was match'd; for the other witness was to be a _Papistical Printer_ in the Neighbourhood.
_Ralph._ There y'are right again--for if the Truth should chance to slip out of the _Chandler's_ memory, the _Printer_ had always a _Register_ ready to refresh it.
_Will._ By what I hear, theres no such need of rubbing up the _Tallow-chandler's_ memory. A my word Sir, y'are got into pleasant company--Here's a _Vintner_ acts the Devil--and a _Tallow-chandler_ acts a Judge--and Judges, Sir, are no fools to have their memories rub'd.
_Ralph._ Who the Devil made the _Tallow-chandler_ a Judge?
_Will._ Wine and Fat Venson, Sir, at the _Crown-Tavern_, in _Bloomsbury_; For there it was that the _Tallow-chandler_ a Witty, Jocose, Droll of a _Tallow-chandler_, finding there was something to be done to gratify the Company (for it was at a public Venson-Feast) took upon him the Dignity of the Coife, and causing Mr. _Hamden_ to be arraign'd before him, Mercilesly condemn'd him to be hang'd.