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Enter Fizle and Tom.

Entlemen, I have finish'd the Addrefs Is it your pleasure that the Clerk read it?

Al. Ay, Ay.

Tom, reads. To the moft Potent Lord Oinobaros, Court of Kynommari1, Biron of Elaphokardia, The General Confiftory of New Berlin most Humbly Reprefent, That we your Excellencies ever befuted Subjecės, Fizle. Devoted Subje&s.

Tom. Under a deep lenfe of the manifold Baftings we Enjoy'd.
Fizle. Blefings, you Ouph you.

Tom. Bleflings we Enjoy'd under your Wild Administration.
Fizle.

Mild Adminiftration,

Tom. Mild Adminiftration, find our fulves at this time under a Narf.n fical Inclination.

Fizle. What's that? Let me fee't, Non-ferfical Inclination! It can't be fo; It is Indifpenfible Obligation.

Tom. Ay, it thould be fo.

Fizle. Write it down fo then.

Tom. 'Tis done. Finding our felves under an Incomprehe. fible Obftinat.on. Flip. 'Owns'! That's worse than t'other.

Tom. Cry Mercy, That is a blunder, Indiffenfible Obligatin to have Recourfe to your Excellencies known Condemnable Ofpofi: on to our Confiftory, and all Things Sacred.

Fizle. I think the Dev'l is in the Fellow. It is Commendable Difpofution.

Tom. You use so many Long Words, that a Clerk who is not a Scholar may easily mistake one for another. Towards our Confiftory, and all things Sacred, Take leave humbly to Reprefent, That on the Ev'ning which fusceeded the following Day.

Fizle. Thou Eternal Dunce! The Ev'ning which preceded All-ballowday, Tom. Which preceded All-hallowday fome open or fecret Enemies to this Confiftory broke into our Cupboard.

Fizle. Ward-Robe.

Tom. Wardrobe, taking from thence fome Lumber appertaining to the Chief of our Regues, I mean; fome Robes appertaining to the Chief of our Number, which they Inhumanely Tore to pieces and Bedaub'd with Odour.

Mulligrub. Hold! I make Exception to that, for there are sweet Odours as well as fower.

Flip. 'Slid; 'tis Ordure, (and not Odour) which is but another Name for a T-d.

Mulligr. Write it down fo then, for a T-is a Tall the world over, fop. And the more you ftir it, the more 'will flink. But go en. Tom. Now tho' we cannot Poffibly Prove, yet we Affirm Poffiively, That it is our Keeper.

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fop. How's that?

Fizle. He reads wrong; it is, Tho' we cannot Pofitively Prove, yet we Affirm, That paffibly it may be our Keeper. Go on.

Tom Our Keeper, or tome of his People, who is guilty of this Face

tions Fact.

Fizle. Flagitious Fact.

Tom. Flagitious Fact. We further beg leave to Reprefent, That this Morning in a Collective Body, by a great Brutality of "Noises.

Fizle. Plurality of Voices.

Tom. We had deciar'd him a Raskal, but he had the Impudence to fend us packing to our Cells, though we had feveral Merduous Matters under the Infection of our Hofe.

Mulligrab Hold! I do not well understand that, Read it again.

Fizle. He cant read his own Hand; it is Several Arduous Matters under the Inspection of our House. Go on.

Tom. Wherefore it is our humble and earneft Supplication, That we may be once more put under your Wild Distraction.

Fizie. Mild Direction.

Tom. Or that of the Excrement Androboros.

Fizle. Excellent Androbar os.

Tom. That fo we may give a Loofe to Our Knavery.

Fizle. I'm afraid, Sirrah, you are a Knave; Get loofe from our Slavery.

Tom. I'm afraid, Sirrah, you are a Knave; Get loofe from our Slavery, and fix a ftolid Security, for our Nafty Foundations.

Fizle. Is the Dev'l in thee! A folid Foundation for our lafting Security,

Tom, A folid Foundation for our lafting Security. And your Petitioners, like Affes as they are, in a durty Pound, fhall never cease to Bray. Fizle. (Raskal! it fhould be) like as they are in Duty Bound," shall never cease to pray. (I could fwear he reads thus on purpose.) Efop. And not be For-fworn. But have you done?

Tom. Yes, an't please your Honors.

Fizle, Gentlemen, do you approve of this Draught?

Elop. I like it as the Clerk read it.

Mulligrub. I approve of all, except the Ordure; I'll have it a T: Coxcom. You'll have it a T―, A T― in your Teeth; it shall stand as it is Ordure. Mulligrub. Td.

Doodlefack Ick been on the Cant van de T―d.

Babilard Let us Compromife the Matter, and make it Turdure.
Al. Ay, agreed.

Efop. Gentlemen, you have agreed to the Draught of an Addrefs; but what is to be done with it?

Coxcom. Tranfmitted to Oirobares,

A so. For what purpose?

Coxcomb. To ged Rid of our Keeper, and get Oinobaros in his room, Afop If you fhould, my mind Forbodes you would repent the Change. Coxcomb. Why?

tfor, Why! why because a man who could never yet Govern him. felt, will make but a forry Goyernour for others

Cox.

Coxcomb. Have a care what you fay; That is Scandalum Magnatum. Doodlefac. Pray, Mr. Tom. Wat is dat Lating? Ick foreftae't niet. Tom. He fay, my Lord is in a very great Polt, call'd, The Scandalı m Magnatum.

Doodlefack Is it given him lately.

Tom. No, he has it by inheritance.

Efep. Be advis'd by me; Lay your Addrefs afide, and keep as you arc; As for your Keeper, none of you can fay that he has done you any harm; and for my part I am convinc'd, that he has done us much good. I muft beg leave to tell you a Story.

Coxcomb. Hang you and your Storys; we fhan't mind 'em.

Efop. You may give it the fame fair play you did to Mulligrub's Speech; hear it, tho' you do not mind it. I pray your patience.

The Frogs, a Factious fickle Race,
With little Maners, and lefs Grace,
Croak'd for a King fo loud,

That all the Hoft of Heav'n fate mute
Nodding to Jove to grant their fuit,
And give 'em what they wou'd,

A King they had, of fuch a fize
Who's Entry too, made fuch a Noife,
That Ev'ry Neut and Frog
Affrighted, run to hide their heads;
Some in the Pool, fome 'mongst the Reeds,
Like Fools, 'Twas but a Log.

At laft, one bolder than the reft,
Approach'd, and the new Prince Addrefs't,
No hurt from thence fuftain'd,

He mock'd his former Fears, and fwore
'Twas the best tick of Wood that o'er
The Marshes ever Reign'd.

Then all the Croaking Crew drew near,
And in his fhade from th' angry Air
Were fhelter'd fafe, and eas'd,

Nay, more then that, they'd frisk and play
Upon his back a live long day,
He Undifturb'd and pleas'd.

The Perteft Frog of all the Pack,
A Toad, fome fay, his hue was Black;
'Tis true; but that's no matter,
Upon the paffive Monarch's head,
At times would Noxious Venom fhed,
And both his fides befpatter..

'Twas That fame Frog, the Legends tell,
Burft when he only meant to fwell,

Soon after thefe Events.

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Be that as 'twill, 'twas He that drew
That giddy Senfelefs Crowd to new
Sedition and Complaints.

Give us a bustling King, Dread Sir!
They cry d, a King that makes a stir;
This is not to be mov'd.

Jove heard and gave 'm one, who's care
Was, that they fhould Obey and Fear,
No matter how they Lov'd.

It was a Stork, who's Law-lefs Rage
Spar'd neither Sex, Degree nor Age,
That came within his reach.

And that was great, for whilft his Claws
Ranfack't the Deep, his Vulturs Jaws
Could wander o'er the Beach.

Then they Implor'd the God to fend
From heav'n a Plague, from Hell a Fiend,
Or any but this Curfe.

Peace, cry'd the Monarch of the Gods,
Te Worms; Keep him you have, 'tis odds
The Next may prove a Worfe.

Now If you please, you may put the Question about your Addrefs. I take it to be Log or Stork.

Enter Door-Keeper.

Door-keeper. Here's a Courier from Androboros, juft return'd from the Expedition, who defires Admittance.

fop. It is the most Expeditious Expedition I ever heard of; let us adjourn the Addrefs, and receive the General's Mellage.

Fizle. Let him come in.

Enter Messenger.

Meffenger. The Renown'd Androboros with a tender of his hearty Zeal and Affection fends this to the Confiftory, the Senate being Difcontinued, [Delivers a Leer.

Fizle Reads.

R' Ight Frightful and Formidable, We Greet you Well, And by

this Acquaint you, That for many Weighty Confiderations Us thereunto moving, We have thought fit to adjourn the Indended Expedition to a more proper feafon, because we have, upon due and Mature Examination been fully convinc'd, that the Mulomachians, our Re puted Enemies, are in very deed our good and faithful Friends and Allies, who, to remove all Doubts and Scruples, have freely offer'd to Confolidate Confiftories with us, as alfo to divide with us the Commerce of the World, generously refigning and yeilding to us that of the two Poles, referving to themselves only what may lie between e'm. They have likewife Condefcended that we fhall keep fome Forts and Holds, which by the Fortune of the War they could not take from us, and have promis'd

promis'd and engag'd to Raze and Demoli fh fome Places in their Poffeffion to our prejudice, fo foon as more Convenient are built in their room and place. You are further to underftand, to your Great fatisfaction, that this is a Treaty Litteral and Spiritual, fo that having two Handles it may be Executed with the greater Facility, or if need be, the One may Execute the other, and to it may Execute it felf. Now there Conceffions (tho' it be well known that I hate Boafting) having been obtain'd, in a great meafure, by the Terror of my Name and Arms, I expeЯ your Thanks. And fo we bid you heartily Farewell.

Afop. Buzzzzz, Hummmmm, Buzzzzz

Androboros.

Fizle. What Return fhail we give to this Civil and Obliging Meffage?
Elop. Return him his Letter.

Coxcomb. No, let us vote him Thanks, a Statue and a Triumph!

Enter Keeper.

Keeper. Be not furpriz'd, I have heard what you are about, and Cordially joyn with you in what you propofe, in honour of the Valiant Andi oboros, Having received inftructions from my Superiors to ule that mighty Man according to his Deferts.

Elop. What! Is our Keeper Mad too?

Keeper. In the Mean time, all Retire to your refpective Apartments, until due Disipofition be made for his Reception.

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Exit manent Fizle and Ap.

A& Second, Scene Fourth.

Hat Man! I'th Dumps, because our Keeper let fall a word or two about Orders to use a certain great Man according to his deferts!

Alop. I hope he has receiv'd the fame Orders relating to you. Fizle. There is more in this than you Imagine; I ever believ'd, that it would come to this at laft.

Alop. Why? What's the matter?

Fizic. The Keeper undoubtedly has receiv'd Orders to refign to Androboros,

Elop. What then?

Fizle. What then! I'll tell you what then; Then My Brethren and I fhall have our due, and you with yours be proud to lick the Duft off our Feet.

fop. Ha'nt ye your Allowence?

Fizle. What of that? That's no more then the Law gives us.

Efop. And you would have more. Law or Cuftom make an Inch to an Ell very fair allowance; you, it feems, want an Ell to an inch. [ with your Stint might be fome how afcertain'd; but that, I doubt, cannot eafily be compafs'd. And whofoever, by giving hopes to find an end of vour Craving will find himself deceiv'd, il tell you a Tale to this