I. I am the author of the eclogue you mention.

II. I did not mean to throw out the _most_ scandalous insinuations

on the character of Roscius, nor any insinuation _more_ scandalous

than his conduct. How far that has been so, he knows best, and is

left to make the application.

III. An _infamous_ paragraph I _cannot_ write; and an _anonymous_

one I _will not_ write, to prejudice my greatest enemy. As to that

in question, I have not, to this hour, even seen it. CALUMNY I

_detest_; but I think _vice_ should be exposed to _infamy_, nor

have I so much _false delicacy_ as to conceive, it should be

treated with _tenderness_ in proportion as it is _abominable_.

IV. I have not acknowledged that I entertain a _very different_

opinion of Roscius; on the contrary, I declare, that I entertain a

_very indifferent_ opinion of him.

V. As to the cause of our dispute, I should be very ready to

submit it to the publick, were I egotist enough to think it

deserved their attention.

VI. The brother of Roscius _did personally wait_ on me, to desire

I would meet "him, the said Roscius, who would bring a friend with

him; I being at liberty to do the same;" but as nothing of time,

place, or weapon was mentioned, I did not look on this message as

a challenge; nor well could I, as I never heard of requiring

_gentleman's satisfaction_ by _letter of attorney_, and the

professed end of our meeting turned merely on a matter of

business.--It is possible, indeed, the messenger, otherwise

instructed, might _imagine_ it such, especially as, it seems, his

head has teemed with nothing but challenges and duels, since his

magnanimous monomachy with one of his brother Roscius's

candle-snuffers.--That Roscius himself, however, did not mean to

send me a challenge, is plain, from his solliciting afterwards by

letter, a conference in the presence only of a common friend to

both: a request that would have been complied with, had not he

thought proper, in a most ungentleman-like manner, to make a

confidant, in the meantime, of a booby of a bookseller, who had

the folly and impudence to declare that he would, on _his_

[Roscius's] account, _take an opportunity_ to do _me_ some

desperate mischief.--Lest I should be yet supposed, from the

purport of this last query, to have any fear of a personal

encounter with the doughty Roscius, I require only that it may be

on an equal footing. I am neither so extravagantly fond of life,

nor think myself so consequential in it, as to fear the end of it

from such an antagonist; nor, to say the truth, should I have any

qualms of conscience, if nothing less will satisfy him, about

putting an end to so insignificant a being as his: but, as "the

race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong," it is but

right to provide against a mishap. Roscius has a large fortune,

and little or no family to leave it to: I have a large family, and

little or no fortune to leave it. Let Roscius but previously

settle _only half_ his estate on my heirs, on condition that _he_

deprives them of a protector, and I will meet him to-morrow, and

engage at his own weapons, not only him, but his brother George

into the bargain.[36]

And now, Madam CANDOUR, give me leave to ask _you_ a question or

two, in my turn.

[36] The above pleasantry being misconstrued by some of Roscius's

friends to the disadvantage of the author, the latter thought himself

under the necessity of seriously acquainting the former, of his being

ready, as he is, at any time, to give him such satisfaction as a

gentleman, who supposes himself injured, has a right to require.

_Qu._ I. Whether, from many gross instances of misbehaviour,

_Roscius_ hath not long had sufficient reason to suspect the

detestable character of _Nyky_?

II. Whether, therefore, granting Roscius to be himself

_immaculate_, he is excusable for his notorious partialities to

such a character?

III. Whether he has any right to complain of unjust severity, in

being ludicrously reproached with such partialities, by a writer,

whom he hath treated, even in favour of that very wretch, with

disrespect, with insolence, with injustice.

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