Which they, poor silly Souls! ignorant of Weights

And Rules of Balancing, do not perceive.

But here they come; you'll see how I proceed.

Jack, is the Rum prepar'd as I commanded?

Jack.

Jack.

Yes, sir, all's ready when you please to call.

M'Dole.

M'Dole.

Bring here the Scales and Weights immediately.

You see the Trick is easy and conceal'd.

Murphey.

Murphey.

By Jupiter, it's artfully contriv'd;

And was I King, I swear I'd knight th' Inventor.

—Tom, mind the Part that you will have to act.

Tom.

Tom.

Ah, never fear, I'll do as well as Jack.

But then, you know, an honest Servant's Pains

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