George III stands on a low rectangular platform placed upon a boarded floor and is approached from all sides by applicants for office. He is in back view, but turns his head in profile to the left, to inspect a group through his spy-glass, saying: Well Gentlemen,—I have taken a peep at you all: but I am afraid that you won't do—-for some of you are too Heavy &amp; Broad-Bottom'd for Service; &amp; the rest seem to have no Bottom at all.—So Gentlemen, I think I shall he content with my Old Servants. In the front row (left), bowing low, are three Grenvilles, the Broad-Bottoms par excellence (see No. 10530): Grenville, holding a gold-laced coachman's hat and long whip, says: Does your Honor want a steady Broad-Bottom'd Coachman to drive you; in bowing he has split his tight breeches. His nephew Temple is next him, then the spectacled Buckingham who says: We'll do any Thing; his son (Temple) adds and in any Way! [cf. No. 10721]. Close behind is the emaciated Sidmouth, hat in hand and holding out a bottle labelled Cathartic; he says: Pray your Honor remember Doctor Slop! your Old Apothecary, who Physick'd the French! [see No. 9849].   Next him and nearer the spectator stands Whitbread, dressed as a porter, and mopping his head. His porter's knot is on the ground, inscribed: Saml Froth his Knot—Carries any Weight in any Weather. He supports against his knees a huge rectangular pile of Motions to be brought in the House of Commons. These are inscribed: Motion against Royal Family [cf. No. 11234]; Motion against the Ministry; against the War; against y Judges; against the Church; against  Magna Charta; Motion against.  He says: If his Honor wants an Honest Porter, I'm his Man!  Behind him and on the extreme left Lord Henry Petty capers to a dancing-master's kit which he plays with his fingers; he asks: Does his Honor want a Fidler to play a Jig [see No, 10589]. Behind Petty and Whitbread are two men dressed as chairmen with straps across the shoulder: one is Grattan; the other (?) Ponsonby, asks: Does his Honor want a pair of Irish Chairmen to carry his Honor clean through the Mud? Behind these and in the doorway (left) is a group of three: Cobbett, holding up his hat and a sheaf of Cobbett Political Register, says: Does his Honor want a Patriotic Reformer? Burdett asks: Does his Honor want a Partner in Business!—ask him Townsend. Townsend, the Bow Street officer, holding up his constable's staff, faces the group, saying sternly: Out with you &amp; be damn'd; from the back of his head a label floats towards the Grenvilles: Take care of your Pockets—Gentlemen Broad bottoms.  Horne Tooke says: I'm not Bill Soanes [see No. 10708].  All these are on the King's left hand.  At right angles to them, and facing the King, though farther from him, Moira, in regimentals, stands between Erskine (right) and Windham (left).  He says: I wish that his Honor would but give a Nod this way!  Erskine says: Ego [see No. 9246, &amp;c], I have now had my Hat in my hand for this Fortnight in hopes of an opportunity to make a Bow!   (They represent the Carlton House interest.) Windham: His Honor dont take any notice of the Civil Speeches, I lately made.
<p><br>The King's own servants stand facing him, one behind the other, on the platform. A greyhound with the head of Grey, but with a curious beak or snout projecting from his profile, fawns on Portland, who is next the King. The latter says: Ha! Ha! Ho!—throw you a Bone!—for what!—a Bone to a poor silly-Grey-hound that can only yelp, &amp; neither Bite nor drive the French Wolf from the Door. Behind Portland stands Perceval, wearing his Chancellor of the Exchequer's gown. He puts up a hand to ward off Tierney who bows humbly, saying, Pray Mr Chanceller P. do speak a Word in our Favor to his Honor. Perceval answers: —a Word in your Favor Mr T.—I fear that I shall not find a Word of that kind in all England. Behind Perceval stands (?) Camden. Sheridan, who is behind Tierney, looks up to three Ministers seated pen in hand in a small gallery (right) in which money-bags inscribed £ are ranged. These are the three Secretaries of State (left to right): Castlereagh, Canning, Liverpool. He addresses Canning, his old friend, cf. No. 9200: Pray Mr Secretary C. has his Honor any wish for our Services? He seems to speak also for the Duke of Norfolk (cf. No. 11214). Canning answers: Not the least wish I believe! In the foreground (right) four other 'Outs' address the King's back. The Duke of Bedford, as a yokel in a smock, holding a pitchfork, bows low, saying, I can look after your Honor's Estates in Ireland [see No. 10531]—or take care of your Farms at Windsor [see No. 9912]. Behind him is Lord St. Vincent in naval uniform, with an expression of senile envy (cf. No. 10762); in his pocket is a Scheme for Crimping . . . Behind him Lord Spencer, dressed as a watchman, with a staff and lantern, and with a sleeve-badge: an Old State Watchman., stands with bent back and closed eye. Behind him is the Duke of Norfolk looking at the King with senile melancholy.
<br>16 May 1809.
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<br>Hand-coloured etching
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<p>Print made by: James Gillray
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<dl><dd>Published by: Hannah Humphrey</dd></dl></div>
1809<div style="display: none;">date QS:P571,+1809-00-00T00:00:00Z/9</div>
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