_E. M._ So _Angria_, Sir, as justly might declare, He _plunder'd_ only to _enrich_ his _Heir_; Nor longer would his _Piracies_ pursue, Than 'till he had _provided_ for his _Crew_.
_G. M._ Your Servant, Sir, I think you're pretty _free_-- } _E. M._ Why Truth is Truth, Sir, and will out, you see; } _G. M._ Yes, s'death! but _couple Angria_ with _me_! _E. M._ I'll say no more on't--_G. M._ No you've said _enough_; And what you next advise, is canting Stuff.
_Turn my Eyes inward_! not quite so devout; They've Task sufficient to look sharp _without_: And should the fatal Sisters cut my Thread Some _score Years_ hence--I trouble not my Head } _Where_ I'm entomb'd, or number'd with _what_ Dead; } I want no _Grave-Stone_ to promulge my _Fame_, Nor trust to _breathless Marble_ for a _Name_, BRITANNIA'S self a _Monument_ shall stand Of the _bless'd Dowry_ I bequeath my Land: Her Sons shall hourly my _dear Conduct_ boast; They _best_ can speak it, who will _feel_ it most. But if some grateful Verse _must_ grace my Urn, Attend ye _Gazeteers_--Be this the Turn-- _Weep_, Britons, _weep_--_Beneath this Stone lies He, Who set your Isle from dire Divisions free, } And made your various Factions all agree_. }
_E. M._ That's right, _G. M._ You'd have me quit too--No, I'll still Drive on, and make you happy '_gainst your Will_. As for your _may_ and _may_, Sir,--_may be Not_, Can my _vast Services_ be _There_ forgot?
As for those _lauded Successors_ you name, If once in Pow'r, they'd act the very _same._ _E. M._ That's Cobweb Sophistry--Did they not fill The noblest Posts? And had they not, pray, _still_, But that they greatly scorn'd to _league_ with those, Who were at once their King's and Country's Foes? _G. M._ Well, Sir, as there is nothing I can say Will with your starch'd unbending Temper weigh; My last _best_ Answer I'll in _Writing_ leave; Pray mark it--_E. M._ How! May I my Eyes believe? _G. M._ You may--I thought I should convince you, _E. M._ Yes, That Fame for once spoke Truth--And as for _This_-- _G. M._ Furies! My _thousand Bank_, Sir, _E. M._ Thus I Tear, Go, blend, _Corruption_, with _corrupting_ Air. _G. M._ Amazing Frenzie! Well, if this won't do, What think you of a _Pension_? _E. M._ As of _You_. _G. M._ A _Place_--_E. M._ Be gone, _G. M._ A _Title_--_E. M._ is a _Lie_ When ill conferr'd _G. M._ A _Ribband_--_E. M._ I defie Farewell then Fool--If you'll accept of _Neither_, You and your _Country_ may be _damn'd_ together.