OCR Text |
Show 240 ESOP. Efop. And all this thou wou'd'ft leave to go to I'll tell thee what once happen'd. A Moufe, who long had liv'd at Court, ("Let ne'er the better Chriftian for't) Walking one day to fee fome Country Sport, He met a home-bred Village-Moufe, Who with an awkard Speech and Bow, That favour'd much of Cart and Plow, Made a fhift, I know not how, T' invite him to his Houfe. Quoth he, my Lord, I doubt you'll find Our Country Fare of homely kind ; But by my Troth, you're welcome to't, Y'have that, and Breed, and Cheefe to boot : And fo they fiat and din'd. Rog. Very well. Efop. The Courtier cou'd have eat at leaft As much as any Houfhold Prieft, But thought him felf oblig'd in Reeding, To fhow the difference of Town-breeding; He picked and culVd, and turn'd the Meat, He champt and chewed, and cou'd not eat : Ho toothlefs Woman at Four fcore, Was ever feen to mumble more. He made a thoufand ugly Races, Which {as fometimes in Ladies cafes) Were all defign'd for Airs and Graces. Rog. Ha, ha. Efop. At laft he from the Table rofe, He pickt his Teeth, and blow'd his Nofe, And with an eafy Negligence, As tho he lately came from France, He made a carelefs fliding Bow : 'Fore Gad, quoth he, I don't know how I (hall return your friendly Treat; But if youHl take a bit of Meat In Town with me, Xou there fljall fee How we poor Courtiers ear. E s 0 p Rog- Tit for tat- a. ' 24* E % - There Z'tkdl "* ^ " ^ To e'er"a Countryti^Z ^'«*» ExaMy to the Lj%'f*e N<>»°» ' Punctual, as Woman, WL.' n m Ai Z°°d a Stomneh, and as I, ? «, *?I. Ho, ho, ho, ho, to. Sh"me-clop. To fay the Truth U Whh Wine, infteadof Alt^C^* Ct><ar, But jut at they fat down to eat Comes bouncing in a hungry Cat ' S ; °L o r d>? Lord, O Lord! tiop. The nimble Courtier <h;^ r ^ , Tho Squire leapt too, as %£*&* «*• icantbe faid that they werele J' It was no more than a Retreat • * Which when an Army, not to 4ht By.Day light, runs away by jj&L. Was ever judg'd a «reat and n<?' ' ^ J & *reat ana glorious Feat. Rog. Ever, ever, ever. Efop. The Cat retir'd, our Guefis return The Danger paft becomes their ScJn, ' They fall to Eating as before, The Butler rumbles at the Door. Rog. Good Lord ! Efop. To Boot and Saddle again they found. ^ ' ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ r a r a t a n t a i - a . Hop. They frown, as they wou'd rt,„J .L • fat (tke fome of our W ) \£fJ%*S Twas fafer much to fcour. ^ro„ma, Rog. Tantive, Tantive, Tantive, 0~c. Efop. At length the S^re, who hated Arms Was fo perplext with thefe Alarms ' He rofe up in a kind of Heat • ' VdKwooks, quoth he, with all your Meat, I will maintain, a Difh of Peafe fRadift?, and a Slice of cheefe,' With a good Defert of Eafe, & much a better Treat. M How- |