With gen'rous Pity B—ke sublimely touch'd, Two pale Delinquents to their Seats restor'd; His Honour for their Honesty he vouch'd, And surely no Man would dispute his Word.
The knowing ones stopp'd short; they smelt a Rat, And cry'd some Stratagem's in Agitation! They spoke; but in the Ardour of Debate Fox cunningly advis'd a Resignation.
A Resignation presently took Place, P—w—ll and B—mb—dge modestly retire: The Oratour resumes his soft Grimace; He sav'd himself, but as it were by Fire.
