shall rattle thro' the World like a Peal of Thunder, wage Wars, destroy
Cities, and send old Women headlong to the Devil.

La. _Rod_. I mould rather chuse a peaceful Race, whose Virtue shou'd
prefer 'em to the State, where Wisdom, like a Goddess, sits triumphant, to
awe, to charm, to punish and reward, and check the Fury of such headstrong
Coursers.

_Bram_. A Race of Side-Box-Beaus, that love soft easie Chairs, Down-Beds,
and taudry Night-Gowns; I admire those renown'd Emperors, that chop
Peoples Heads off for their Diversion, and the glorious King of _France_,
that makes his Family Kings whenever he pleases; that gives People yearly
Pensions to bellow out his praise; whose Edicts fly about like Squibs and
Crackers, and as much laughs at Parliaments and Councils, as a Whore of
Distinction does at the _Reforming-Society._

La. _Rod_. Such Princes are meant Scourges to the Earth; no Mortal's fit
for absolute Command; Men have their Passions; Monarchs are but Men, and
when Love, Jealousie, or Fear possess 'em, the Tyrants spurn, and rack
their guiltless People, who tamely bend, and court their fatal Madness;
our happy Realm knows no Despotick Sway; not only Kingdoms here, but
Hearts unite, the Sov'reign and the Subjects bless each other; a
Constitution so divinely fram'd; such gen'rous Concord, such resistless
Harmony, that Nature wonders at her own Perfections; a Climate and a
People so serene!

_Bram_. Look you, Madam, I'm no more an Enemy to the Government than to
your Ladiship: Your Ladiship has a good Estate, Estate, and your Person is
mightily dish'd out, fine and lovely and plump, therefore if your Ladyship
thinks fit to marry me, and the Government to give me a Place of a