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Show ye-Somddier ortune Fourb. A ragged retainer of the F amily, Permi let, usin as Phyfitians fent for by your Order Sir Fol. Excellent Rogues!' and thenI hope al things are ready I gave Directions Fourb. To a tittle, Sir, there fhall not be 3 ore critical Obferve of your Worlhip's pleafure than your humble Servant th Chevalie tBed o o Ty g me d m,-for KS ung »f,ftt-dltcb . Wh‘lf: © 5 Would j p Fourbjn SirJol.. Get you gone yon Rogue, you have a fhar Nofe, and are nimble Ecllow, I bave no more ito fay to you, ftand afide and be read when, I call, herehe comes, hift, hem, hem, hem poa the Stajr eat Dog T S| came alop LEnte | this thing a s eyes. foral Si Dav y " Sir Dz.,Hah! what art thou? approachthon- like the rugged Bankfide Bear, the Eaft-cheap-Bully or Monfter thewn in F air, tak any fthap but that, and I'll confront thee ke Towzers - Sirjel; Alasunhapp Man Iamthy Friend Sir .Dg. Thou can'ft not be my Friend, forI defy thee. Sir Folly Neighbour ! hah!is it you ? are you fure it is you? areyou you felf if you be, give me your hand. Alasa day I ha' feen the Devi Sir Jol:, The Devil; Neighbour hear nothing th | . Sir Dz. Ay, Ay, there's no help fort, at firft I fancy'd ‘it was young white Bears Cub dancing in the fhadow of my Cahdlc, then i was turn'd to a pair-of blew Breeches with wooden legs on, ftampt about the Room as if a1l the Cripplesin Town had kept their Rendezvou there, when all of afudden it appear'dlike a leathern Serpent, and wit a dreadful clap of Thunder flew out of the Window Sir Fol." Thunder ! - Why I heard no Thunder | Clock-cafey 1 | b tel 'f J-l‘ " ha th id tion ool hoRe Yo oty F dlf:mp o, y. Sit Da, Well what is the beft news then? How does the Man Sir Jol. E'en as he did before he was born, nothing at all Dead he' Sit Da, Dead! what quite dead Sir Jol. As good as dead, -if not quite dead, 2twas a horrid Murder and then the terrour of Confcience, Neighbour Sir Da, And truly I haveavery terrifi'd one; Eriend, though I neve found I had any Confcience at all till now. Pray whereabout was hi death's wound Sit Jol. Jult here, juft under his left Pap, a dreadful gafh Sir Da, So very wide Sir Fol. Oh,as wide as my Hat, you might have feen his Lungs, Liver and Heart, as perfectly, asif you had been in his Belly Sir Da. Is there noway to have him privately Buried, and concea this Murder ? muft I needs be hang'd by the neck like a Dog, Neighbour dol look as if I would be hang'd 1 A1118 1 )Qfe' Sir Da. That may be too, what wereyou afleep Sir Fol. Afleepquotha, no, no, nofleeping this Night for me [ affur i o | !"" L 1 '1 |