a good Character of a poor Pedant; one of them that govern great men’s Houses, one of those, that as they are not born Noble, so they know not how to instruct those that are; one of those, that would have great men’s Liberality measur’d by the streightness of their own Minds; one of those, that teaching those they govern to be frugal, would make ’em miserable. [Footnote:  Shelton’s Translation of the History of D.  Quix._ Chap._ 31. p. 152.]

Now this considerable person as you find him here, who was indeed for his senseless humour of designing to govern—­us’d no otherwise than as the Buffoon of the Family—­takes upon him to call Don Quixot (whom the Authour imbellishes, with all manner of learning and good sense, bating his whimsical Chimaera of Knight Errantry,) Goodman Dulpate and Don Coxcomb.  Well, however the Switcher here has escap’d for his usage of a Gentleman in or near this manner, I believe my Judges will agree, that my Knight was so far from injuring the sawcy Trencherfly, by the reply he give him, that if he had not known and practic’d good breeding, better than the other, he would have broke his head into the bargain.  As for his bidding him adieu in Language too prophane and scandalous for our Reformer to relate, is impossible, for he has prov’d often enough the contrary of that in his Book already.  But for the Song in the Fourth Act, where the Country Fellow says, Folks never mind now what those black Cattle say [Footnote:  Ibid.]:  He is only suppos’d for another Bumpkin, that amongst the rest of the Parishioners, had found out the Parsons blind side, and so behind his back took occasion to put a joke upon him, as well as the rest in that Satyr mention’d.

And now his third place is to prove my want of Modesty, and regard to the Audience—­And here he’s chewing his savoury word Smutt agen, and says Sancho and Teresa talk it broad [Footnote:  Collier, p. 203.]; but since his Modesty has not quoted it, I hope my Reader will believe so well of mine, to think I have not written it; I assure him I don’t know of any.  And I have prov’d our Reformer can mistake, as he does of Marcellas Epilogue, who Raves, he says, with Raptures of Indecency, when the poor Creature is so cold, after her hot fit, that she rather wants a dram of the Bottle—­But now, Bounce, for a full charge of Small Shot; here he has gather’d up a heap of Epithets together, without any words between, or connexion to make ’em sense; and this he says I divert the Ladies with—­Snotty nose, filthy vermin in the Beard, Nitty Jerkin, and Louse snapper, with the Letter in the Chamber-pot, and natural evacuation.  Why truly this is pretty stuff indeed, as his Ingenuity has put it together—­but I hope every one will own, that each of these singly, when they are tagg’d to their sensible phrases, may be proper enough in Farce or Low Comedy; but as he has modell’d ’em, ’tis true they are very frightful—­And if I had nothing to sing or say to divert Ladies better than this, I should think my self so despicable, that I would e’en get into the next Plot, amongst his Brother Grumblers—­then despairing, do some doughty thing to deserve hanging, and depend upon no other comfort but his Absolution.