What an Oedipus! You live, in the world, and out of the world; you are dependent, and independent; with a profession, and without a profession; and you are a parliament-man, and not a parliament-man. Well! Well! Mathias! Fact, which is the great illuminator of obscurities, will unriddle all those enigmatical anticipations: And, the fact is, that you are a Clerk in the Queen's Treasury, under Lord Aylesbury, as the Red-book shows. With such a list of anticipations before him, the reader is ready to cry out, with Marston:
For shame! unmask; leave for to cloke intent;
And show, thou'rt vainglorious, impudent!