Irish decency! [graphic] / No. 2

"A sequel to British Museum Satires No. 13397. The Mayor and clerk sit as before. The two constables have brought in three naked bathers, who modestly try to screen their persons with hat, handkerchief, and a basket inscribed 'Sprats from the Royal Canal'. The two women peep in at the door, scandalized; their place near the table is taken by a woman in a red cloak who says: "Blood & Ouns your Worship give poor pat his breeches!!!!" One constable, with coat and breeches over his arm, points to his victims: "Here your Worship, I have brought three of those rebelious Naked Vagabonds before your Lordship to be treated your honor according to Law." The other, also holding ragged garments, stands smugly silent. The men say: [1] "Please your worshipful Lordship tell the Constable to give me my Cloathes--sure & little enough I have of them"; [2] "O! your honor! for the decency of Ireland don't let the Constable sell my poor rags!!!" [3] "By my soul I think is Lordship is going to turn us all into Hottentots." The Mayor, extending a clenched fist, shouts: "You rascals! how dare you presume to cool your selves in the Royal Canal--? No one in this Country must meddle with Royalty--I think I have prevented further indecency on your Parts--give them their cloathes Constable." His left hand rests on a paper: 'Plan for Reforming the City of Dublin'. The two women at the door say: "La what a sight!!!!!!" and "I think it is a greater shame than it was before--I'm quite shock'd to see it." The dandy (? Archer) looks mockingly towards the Mayor, saying, "Well! I think an Archer Bull is not to be found in Joe Miller"."--British Museum online catalogue