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             An hue and cry after conscience, or, The pilgrims progress by candle-light in search after honesty and plain-dealing represented under the similitude of a dream ... / written by John Dunton ...
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           AN
           HUE
           and
           CRY
           AFTER
           CONSCIENCE
           :
           OR
           THE
           Pilgrims
           Progress
           BY
           Candle-light
           ,
           In
           search
           after
           HONESTY
           and
           PLAIN-DEALING
           .
           Represented
           under
           the
           Similitude
           of
           a
           DREAM
           .
           Wherein
           is
           discovered
           The
           Pritty
           manner
           of
           his
           setting
           out
           .
           His
           Pleasant
           Humours
           on
           his
           Journey
           .
           The
           Disappointment
           he
           met
           with
           after
           all
           his
           search
           .
           Together
           ,
           With
           his
           flight
           at
           last
           into
           another
           Country
           ,
           where
           he
           is
           ●●ill
           on
           his
           Rambles
           .
        
         
           Written
           by
           
             John
             Dunton
          
           ,
           Author
           of
           the
           
             Pilgrims
             Guide
          
           ,
           from
           the
           Cradle
           to
           his
           Death-Bed
           .
        
         
           London
           ,
           Printed
           for
           
             Iohn
             Dunton
          
           ,
           〈◊〉
           the
           
             Black
             R●ven
          
           ,
           at
           the
           Corner
           of
           
             Princes-street
             ▪
          
           near
           the
           
             Royal
             Exchange
          
           ,
           in
           Cornhill
           ,
           1685.
           
        
      
       
         
         
         
           THE
           BOOKSELLER
           to
           the
           READER
           .
        
         
           
             Courteous
             Reader
             ,
          
        
         
           AS
           the
           Author
           of
           this
           new
           and
           pleasant
           Dream
           ,
           was
           considering
           with
           himself
           what
           he
           had
           Written
           (
           in
           a
           late
           Allegory
           )
           concerning
           the
           
             Pilgrims
             Guide
          
           from
           the
           Cradle
           to
           his
           Death-bed
           ,
           and
           of
           his
           Triumphant
           passage
           from
           thence
           to
           a
           better
           World
           ,
           &c.
           
           And
           how
           it
           had
           been
           acceptable
           to
           thousands
           in
           these
           three
           Nations
           of
           
             England
             ,
             Scotland
             ,
             and
             Ireland
             ,
          
           but
           more
           especially
           to
           the
           Famous
           City
           of
           London
           .
           It
           happily
           came
           into
           his
           mind
           to
           Write
           ,
           
             as
             then
          
           ,
           of
           those
           that
           were
           Iournying
           to
           an
           
             Heavenly
             Country
          
           .
           So
           now
           of
           all
           sorts
           of
           Wicked
           Pilgrims
           of
           either
           Sex
           ,
           that
           are
           either
           posting
           directly
           to
           Hell
           ,
           or
           madly
           dancing
           and
           frollicking
           upon
           the
           Brink
           of
           Destruction
           .
           And
           here
           under
           the
           similitude
           of
           a
           Certain
           Pilgrim
           (
           Christ'ned
           DISCOVERY
           )
           Progressing
           by
           
             Candle-light
             ,
             Diogenes
             like
          
           ,
           in
           search
           after
           Honesty
           and
           Plain-dealing
           :
           All
           manner
           of
           Vice
           and
           Roguery
           is
           first
           P●inted
           to
           the
           Life
           ,
           in
           it's
           proper
           Colours
           ,
           and
           then
           brought
           to
           light
           〈◊〉
           a
           
             Fatal
             Spectacle
          
           to
           the
           
           thinking
           and
           gazing
           part
           of
           Man-kind
           ,
           together
           with
           the
           most
           Eminent
           cheats
           of
           all
           Trades
           and
           Professions
        
         
           And
           therefore
           now
           that
           this
           Book
           
             (
             bearing
             my
             Father
             Duntons
             Name
             )
          
           may
           be
           〈◊〉
           Vniversally
           acceptable
           to
           all
           Man-kind
           ,
           〈◊〉
           those
           four
           Books
           have
           been
           ,
           Entituled
           ,
           
             Th●●
             House
             of
             Weeping
             ,
             Dying
             Pastors
             last●●
             Legacy
             ,
             Heavenly
             Pastime
             ,
             and
             the
             Sick
             man's
             Passing-Bell
          
           shall
           be
           the
           Earnest
           Endeavor
           and
           hearty
           wish
           of
        
         
           
             Your
             most
             Humble
             Servant
             ,
             
               Iohn
               Dunton
            
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           To
           the
           Ingenious
           DREAMER
           .
        
         
           'T
           is
           well
           when
           others
           with
           their
           
             Wakeing
             Wit
          
           ,
        
         
           Won't
           see
           what
           's
           Vice
           ,
           that
           Dreams
           discover
           it
           :
        
         
           Servile
           applauses
           to
           no
           man
           I
           owe
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           on
           your
           Dream
           my
           Verdict
           I
           'le
           bestow
           ,
        
         
           More
           Truth
           nor
           better
           Sence
           ,
           noe
           Dreamer
           spake
           ,
        
         
           But
           Sir
           you
           Dream
           as
           if
           you
           were
           Awake
           .
        
         
           
             Your
             Cordial
             Friend
             ,
             
               William
               True-Love
            
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           Note
           ,
           that
           the
           General
           Sale
           of
           this
           Authors
           Works
           ,
           hath
           encouraged
           the
           Book-seller
           to
           the
           Transcribing
           several
           more
           pleasant
           Treatises
           ,
           bearing
           his
           Fathers
           Name
           ,
           which
           will
           speedily
           go
           to
           the
           Press
           ,
           but
           that
           which
           will
           first
           see
           the
           Light
           ,
           will
           be
           the
           
             Pilgrims
             Rambles
          
           ,
           since
           his
           flight
           from
           the
           Author
           into
           
             another
             Country
          
           .
        
         
           Farewell
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           ADVERTISEMENT
           Of
           two
           Books
           ,
           newly
           Printed
           for
           John
           Dunton
           ,
           at
           the
           Black
           Raven
           ,
           at
           the
           Corner
           of
           Princes-street
           ,
           near
           the
           Royal
           Exchange
           in
           Cornhill
           .
        
         
           A
           Very
           delightful
           Treatise
           Entituled
           ,
           Pastime
           ,
           or
           pleasant
           Observations
           
             newly
             Alegoriz'd
          
           ,
           in
           several
           pleasant
           ,
           
             Dialogues
             ,
             Poems
             ,
             Similitudes
          
           ,
           and
           
             Divine
             Fancies
          
           :
           To
           which
           is
           added
           ,
           (
           1
           )
           The
           miraculous
           manner
           of
           the
           Production
           of
           our
           old
           Grandmother
           Eve
           ,
           with
           the
           supposed
           manner
           of
           Adams
           first
           Nuptial
           Addresses
           to
           her
           ,
           and
           the
           pleasant
           Circumstances
           of
           their
           Marriage
           .
           (
           2
           )
           You
           have
           an
           Account
           of
           Eves
           first
           Addresses
           to
           Adam
           ,
           and
           her
           Industry
           in
           making
           a
           Garment
           for
           her
           Husband
           .
           (
           3
           )
           You
           have
           a
           pleasant
           Account
           of
           Adam
           and
           Eve's
           Winter
           Suits
           ,
           their
           Lodging
           and
           first
           Building
           ,
           with
           an
           Account
           in
           what
           pretty
           manner
           they
           first
           invented
           a
           fire
           to
           warm
           them
           .
           (
           4
           )
           You
           have
           abundance
           of
           supposed
           Dialogues
           ,
           very
           full
           of
           delightful
           reading
           :
           The
           first
           is
           between
           Adam
           and
           Eve
           ,
           and
           Eve
           and
           the
           Serpent
           :
           The
           second
           Dialogue
           is
           between
           Cain
           and
           Abel
           ,
           Monster
           Sin
           and
           Conscience
           :
           3.
           
           Between
           Abraham
           and
           Sarah
           ,
           upon
           her
           laughing
           at
           the
           thoughts
           of
           her
           bearing
           Children
           
           in
           her
           old
           age
           .
           4.
           
           Between
           Iacob
           and
           Rachel
           ,
           upon
           his
           being
           willing
           to
           serve
           fourteen
           years
           to
           obtain
           her
           Love.
           (
           5
           )
           A
           Dialogue
           between
           Grim
           Death
           ,
           and
           the
           flying
           Minutes
           .
           (
           6
           )
           Between
           Balaam
           and
           his
           Ass.
           (
           7
           )
           The
           Triumps
           of
           Chastity
           ,
           or
           a
           Dialogue
           between
           Ioseph
           and
           his
           Mistress
           ,
           upon
           her
           tempting
           of
           him
           to
           Uncleanness
           .
           (
           8
           )
           Between
           Ruth
           and
           Naomi
           ,
           upon
           these
           words
           ,
           
             Nothing
             but
             Death
             shall
             part
             thee
             and
             me
             .
          
           (
           9
           )
           Between
           Ionathan
           and
           David
           ,
           including
           all
           the
           sweets
           of
           an
           intire
           Friendship
           .
           (
           10
           )
           A
           choice
           Dialogue
           fancy'd
           between
           King
           Solomon
           ,
           and
           the
           Queen
           of
           Sheba
           ,
           about
           the
           wonderful
           works
           of
           God
           throughout
           the
           whole
           Creation
           ;
           to
           which
           is
           added
           ,
           the
           Glory
           and
           Spendour
           of
           King
           Solomon's
           Court
           ,
           together
           with
           the
           Queen
           of
           Sheba's
           glorious
           progress
           to
           it
           .
           (
           11
           )
           Between
           Adonibezeck
           and
           one
           of
           the
           sixty
           Kings
           he
           tormented
           under
           his
           Table
           ,
           supposed
           to
           be
           in
           the
           other
           World.
           (
           12
           )
           A
           Dialogue
           between
           Iob
           and
           his
           Wife
           .
           (
           13
           )
           A
           fancy'd
           Dialogue
           between
           rich
           Dives
           ,
           and
           poor
           Lazarus
           .
           (
           14
           )
           A
           very
           affectionate
           Dialogue
           between
           the
           returning
           Prodigal
           and
           his
           loving
           Father
           ,
           together
           with
           choice
           Meditations
           upon
           our
           Saviours
           great
           compassion
           to
           the
           Converted
           Thief
           upon
           the
           
           Cross.
           (
           15
           )
           A
           choice
           Dialogue
           between
           Iairus
           and
           his
           Daughter
           after
           being
           raised
           from
           the
           dead
           ,
           representing
           what
           ravishing
           sighs
           probably
           her
           Soul
           might
           behold
           during
           all
           the
           time
           her
           body
           lay
           dead
           in
           the
           Grave
           .
           (
           16
           )
           Useful
           Meditations
           upon
           Eutichus
           falling
           down
           dead
           sleeping
           at
           a
           Sermon
           .
           With
           about
           fifty
           extraordinary
           pleasant
           Dialogues
           and
           Poems
           besides
           .
           Price
           Bound
           2s
           .
           6d
           .
        
         
           THe
           
             Progress
             of
             Sin
          
           ,
           Or
           ,
           The
           
             Travels
             of
             Vngodliness
          
           :
           Wherein
           the
           Pedigree
           ,
           Rise
           or
           Original
           ,
           Antiquity
           ,
           Subtility
           ,
           evil
           Nature
           ,
           and
           prevailing
           Power
           of
           Sin
           is
           fully
           discovered
           ,
           in
           an
           apt
           and
           pleasant
           Allegory
           :
           Together
           with
           the
           great
           Victories
           he
           hath
           obtained
           ,
           and
           Abominable
           Evils
           he
           hath
           done
           to
           Mankind
           ,
           by
           the
           help
           of
           the
           Devil
           ,
           in
           all
           his
           Travels
           from
           the
           beginning
           of
           the
           World
           ,
           to
           this
           present
           day
           .
           As
           also
           the
           manner
           of
           his
           Appehension
           ,
           Arraignment
           ,
           Tryal
           ,
           Condemnation
           and
           Execution
           .
           The
           second
           Edition
           :
           To
           which
           is
           now
           added
           ,
           Vngodliness's
           Voyage
           to
           Sea
           ,
           with
           many
           pleasant
           Additions
           besides
           .
           By
           
             B.
             Keach
          
           .
           Illustrated
           with
           five
           lively
           Cuts
           .
           Price
           Bound
           1s
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           AN
           HUE
           and
           CRY
           After
           CONSCIENCE
           :
           OR
           ,
           The
           Pilgrims
           search
           after
           Honesty
           and
           Plain-dealing
           .
        
         
           MUsing
           with
           my self
           one
           day
           ,
           how
           unprosperous
           Vertue
           and
           her
           attendants
           were
           in
           the
           World
           ,
           and
           how
           Vice
           Triumphed
           every
           where
           ;
           the
           thought
           possessed
           me
           with
           a
           
             Melancholy
             damp
          
           that
           sat
           heavy
           on
           my
           mind
           ;
           to
           divert
           which
           ,
           I
           could
           imagine
           no
           better
           expedient
           ,
           than
           to
           wander
           in
           solitary
           places
           ,
           and
           condole
           the
           unhappy
           estate
           of
           erring
           Mortals
           .
           When
           Travelling
           towards
           the
           private
           recess
           of
           nature
           ,
           I
           was
           somewhat
           refreshed
           with
           the
           fragancy
           of
           the
           Fields
           and
           Groves
           ,
           who
           breathed
           sweet
           Odors
           ,
           whilst
           the
           Winged
           Choirestors
           from
           every
           Bough
           and
           Blooming
           Shrub
           ,
           warbled
           tribute
           Praises
           to
           their
           Maker
           ,
           and
           all
           the
           fleecy
           Flocks
           that
           spread
           the
           
             Flowry
             Plains
          
           
           expressed
           their
           bleating
           joy
           ,
           cheared
           with
           the
           Morning
           Sun
           ,
           whose
           thristy
           Beams
           drunk
           up
           the
           Pearly
           Dew
           ,
           the
           consideration
           of
           which
           incited
           me
           to
           contemplate
           the
           Harmony
           and
           order
           of
           the
           Creation
           ;
           how
           from
           the
           Worlds
           Original
           all
           Creatures
           
             (
             Man
             excepted
          
           )
           have
           made
           good
           the
           ends
           to
           which
           they
           were
           Created
           :
           And
           that
           he
           alone
           ,
           who
           is
           so
           proud
           of
           being
           Rational
           ,
           should
           suffer
           himself
           to
           sink
           beneath
           the
           meanest
           Animal
           ,
           in
           dissenting
           from
           the
           will
           of
           his
           Creator
           .
        
         
           
             Whilst
             these
             Imaginations
          
           run
           strongly
           in
           my
           mind
           ,
           a
           
             sudden
             drowsiness
          
           sat
           heavy
           on
           my-Eyes
           ,
           and
           as
           it
           were
           compelled
           me
           to
           repose
           on
           
             a
             Grassy
             Bed
             ,
             inameld
             with
             Natures
             sweets
             ,
          
           and
           far
           removed
           from
           noise
           and
           clamour
           ,
           that
           still
           reign
           in
           places
           Populous
           ,
           where
           giving
           way
           to
           the
           soft
           Charmer
           ,
           soon
           
             I
             fell
             a
             sleep
             ,
             and
             sleeping
             dreamed
             a
             Dream
             .
          
           I
           dreamed
           ,
           and
           behold
           a
           Man
           stood
           by
           me
           ,
           whose
           Eyes
           seemed
           brighter
           than
           the
           Morning
           Star
           ,
           more
           piercing
           than
           the
           sight
           of
           Eagles
           ,
           on
           his
           Brows
           sat
           
             Gravity
             and
             Wisdom
          
           ,
           and
           in
           his
           front
           in
           mistick
           Characters
           understanding
           ●eep
           Ingraven
           ,
           and
           as
           he
           stood
           he
           lifted
           up
           his
           voice
           ,
           and
           cryed
           ,
           
             The
             Secreis
             of
             the
             〈◊〉
             are
             before
             me
             ,
             he
             that
             will
          
           DISCOVER
           
             〈…〉
             follow
             the
             Light
             of
             vnderstanding
             .
          
           
           And
           when
           he
           had
           cryed
           ,
           I
           saw
           in
           my
           Dream
           a
           light
           spring
           up
           ,
           as
           of
           
             a
             Burning
             Tapor
          
           ,
           whose
           brightness
           dazled
           my
           Eyes
           ,
           
             which
             he
             taking
             in
             his
             Hand
             ,
          
           moved
           a
           softly
           pace
           towards
           a
           
             Spacious
             City
          
           ,
           whose
           glittering
           Piramides
           reflected
           the
           Sun
           Beams
           ,
           and
           as
           he
           moved
           by
           a
           strang●
           Sympathy
           ,
           methought
           he
           drew
           me
           after
           him
           ,
           nor
           was
           I
           displeased
           ,
           as
           being
           much
           desirous
           to
           see
           the
           end
           ,
           or
           what
           the
           Apparition
           (
           for
           so
           I
           conceived
           it
           at
           first
           )
           could
           make
           out
           of
           wonder
           or
           unusual
           mystery
           .
           When
           coming
           to
           the
           Gates
           ,
           I
           heard
           a
           doleful
           wailing
           ,
           and
           looking
           up
           beheld
           a
           Woman
           cloath'd
           in
           raggs
           ,
           meager
           as
           Famine
           ,
           for
           her
           Eyes
           were
           sunk
           ,
           her
           withered
           Breasts
           hung
           down
           ,
           and
           on
           her
           faded
           Cheecks
           want
           and
           necessity
           impressed
           their
           Seals
           ,
           and
           after
           her
           cry'd
           many
           Infants
           for
           their
           dayly
           food
           ,
           but
           all
           in
           vain
           ,
           for
           I
           perceived
           she
           had
           nought
           to
           feed
           them
           with
           but
           Tears
           ,
           which
           flowed
           in
           Rivolets
           .
           She
           had
           it
           seems
           been
           round
           the
           World
           to
           ease
           her
           mysery
           ,
           but
           found
           no
           relief
           ,
           for
           every
           where
           the
           Door
           was
           shut
           against
           her
           ,
           by
           reason
           Avarice
           her
           Mortal
           Enemy
           ,
           had
           incenced
           Mankind
           to
           cast
           her
           off
           ,
           vowing
           her
           destruction
           ,
           for
           opposing
           his
           incroachments
           in
           the
           days
           of
           old
           .
           She
           passed
           us
           ,
           and
           I
           looking
           
           after
           her
           ,
           as
           grieved
           at
           such
           a
           sight
           ,
           saw●
           Charity
           in
           Hebrew
           Characters
           ,
           inwove●
           on
           her
           
             tattered
             Garments
          
           ,
           whereat
           I
           sighed
           and
           thus
           expressed
           my self
           .
           
             
               Hard
               fate
               said
               I
               ,
               that
               she
               who
               was
               admir'd
            
             
               In
               days
               of
               old
               ,
               and
               decently
               attir'd
               ,
            
             
               Wellcom'd
               in
               every
               place
               ,
               made
               the
               delight
               ,
            
             
               And
               darling
               of
               Man-kind
               thus
               put
               to
               flight
               ,
            
             
               Shou'd
               feed
               on
               Air
               ,
               and
               dwell
               in
               shades
               of
               night
               .
            
          
           I
           would
           have
           proceeded
           ,
           but
           was
           put
           be●sides
           my
           intention
           upon
           the
           approach
           of
           a
           Female
           form
           half
           naked
           ,
           who
           with
           ex●tended
           Arms
           endeavoured
           to
           grasp
           th●
           Flying
           Air
           ,
           she
           came
           not
           on
           the
           groun●
           as
           the
           former
           ,
           but
           rod
           on
           
             empty
             Clouds
          
           which
           she
           had
           long
           expected
           the
           Eart●
           would
           fill
           with
           its
           ascending
           moisture
           though
           in
           vain
           ,
           for
           still
           the
           vapours
           fle●●
           ascance
           flag'd
           their
           Wings
           ,
           or
           rising
           hig●●
           were
           drunk
           up
           by
           the
           Sun
           Beams
           ,
           whic●
           made
           her
           sigh
           and
           utter
           frequent
           Lamenta●tions
           ,
           that
           intimated
           she
           had
           a
           long
           tim●
           been
           deceived
           by
           Flattery
           ,
           who
           had
           give●
           her
           a
           prospect
           of
           many
           desireable
           things
           with
           a
           promise
           that
           she
           should
           posse●
           
           them
           ,
           but
           after
           all
           left
           her
           upon
           the
           borders
           of
           the
           Land
           of
           Doubting
           ,
           where
           she
           had
           yet
           some
           glimering
           of
           light
           ,
           and
           imagined
           she
           saw
           things
           
             at
             a
             distance
          
           ,
           which
           she
           was
           hasting
           towards
           ,
           as
           eagerly
           de●iring
           to
           possess
           them
           .
           Now
           in
           my
           Dream
           I
           perceived
           she
           had
           not
           passed
           above
           a
           furlong
           ,
           but
           she
           entered
           a
           dark
           Region
           ,
           called
           ,
           the
           
             Province
             of
             Despair
          
           ,
           and
           there
           continued
           wandring
           in
           the
           Air
           ,
           till
           the
           dissolved
           to
           nothing
           ,
           but
           as
           she
           glided
           along
           on
           her
           Garments
           ,
           which
           were
           made
           of
           the
           Skins
           of
           Cammelions
           ,
           her
           name
           was
           written
           in
           the
           Colour
           of
           an
           evening
           Mist
           ,
           by
           which
           I
           understood
           she
           was
           Hope
           ,
           and
           pondering
           with
           my self
           ,
           I
           imagined
           I
           had
           once
           been
           familiar
           with
           her
           ,
           but
           seeing
           how
           she
           lost
           her self
           ,
           in
           vainly
           placing
           her
           mind
           on
           things
           below
           ,
           I
           thus
           discanted
           .
           
             
               When
               Hope
               on
               Worldly
               things
               her
               mind
               does
               place
               ,
            
             
               She
               feeds
               on
               Air
               ,
               and
               only
               shades
               does
               chace
               ;
            
             
               Yet
               Flatt'ry
               leads
               her
               on
               ,
               till
               she
               at
               last
            
             
               Doubting
               ,
               her self
               upon
               Despair
               does
               cast
               ,
            
             
               Who
               makes
               her
               nothing
               ,
               or
               does
               chain
               her
               fast
               .
            
          
           
           By
           this
           time
           methought
           we
           had
           passed
           the
           Gate
           ,
           and
           the
           
             Prespect
             represented
             many
             stately
             Buildings
          
           ,
           replenished
           with
           Inhabitants
           of
           all
           Crafts
           and
           Occupations
           ,
           with
           every
           thing
           desireable
           for
           the
           support
           of
           life
           ,
           and
           to
           gratifie
           the
           expectations
           of
           those
           that
           Worldly
           pomp
           and
           pajentry
           delight
           ,
           more
           than
           sollid
           joys
           ,
           when
           methought
           I
           was
           very
           desirous
           to
           know
           who
           it
           was
           that
           like
           a
           Load-stone
           drew
           me
           after
           him
           ,
           which
           
             the
             Man
             perceiving
          
           by
           the
           earnestness
           of
           my
           countenance
           ,
           pulled
           out
           
             a
             Scrole
          
           ,
           and
           opening
           it
           ,
           I
           read
           therein
           many
           wonderful
           things
           ,
           and
           conceived
           them
           to
           be
           true
           ,
           because
           they
           were
           delivered
           under
           the
           Seal
           of
           Wisdom
           ,
           chief
           Secretary
           to
           Vnderstanding
           ,
           and
           upon
           the
           Back-side
           was
           written
           in
           Letters
           of
           Gold
           DISCOVERY
           ,
           which
           he
           told
           me
           was
           his
           Name
           ,
           and
           that
           Wisdom
           whose
           Servant
           he
           was
           ,
           had
           sent
           him
           from
           the
           Land
           of
           knowledge
           ,
           to
           discover
           the
           ways
           of
           vice
           and
           folly
           ,
           who
           have
           of
           late
           made
           many
           inroads
           into
           the
           Region
           of
           vertue
           and
           understanding
           ;
           where
           assisted
           by
           Flattery
           and
           Dissimulation
           ,
           they
           have
           alinated
           divers
           from
           ways
           of
           Honesty
           and
           Plain-dealing
           ,
           paths
           now
           allmost
           unfrequented
           and
           over-grown
           with
           Moss
           ,
           which
           in
           the
           days
           of
           old
           were
           wont
           
           to
           be
           fill'd
           with
           
             Iustling
             Crouds
          
           ,
           who
           frequently
           contended
           for
           the
           way
           .
           Being
           thus
           far
           satisfied
           ,
           I
           was
           about
           to
           give
           my
           opinion
           concerning
           his
           undertaking
           ,
           and
           to
           inform
           him
           what
           little
           satisfaction
           such
           a
           discovery
           would
           give
           the
           World
           ,
           as
           now
           it
           stands
           ,
           but
           had
           not
           time
           before
           in
           my
           Dream
           ;
           I
           beheld
           an
           
             Image
             pale
          
           as
           Death
           ,
           with
           trembling
           Steps
           and
           fluttering
           wings
           ,
           advancing
           towards
           us
           ,
           deeply
           sighing
           and
           complaining
           of
           the
           hard
           usage
           it
           had
           met
           with
           from
           
             Ingratitude
             ,
             Avarice
          
           ,
           and
           Extortion
           ,
           with
           divers
           others
           ,
           who
           for
           the
           good
           Offices
           it
           attemped
           to
           do
           them
           ,
           had
           often
           put
           it
           to
           torture
           by
           ●earing
           it
           with
           
             hot
             Irons
          
           ,
           scosing
           and
           laughing
           it
           to
           scorn
           ;
           nay
           made
           an
           Invasion
           upon
           it's
           life
           ,
           by
           indeavoring
           to
           
             smother
             and
             stifle
             it
          
           ;
           which
           it
           had
           a
           long
           time
           born
           in
           hopes
           to
           prevaile
           by
           mild
           perswasions
           and
           meekness
           ,
           against
           such
           rash
           proceeding
           ;
           but
           in
           the
           end
           being
           used
           worse
           and
           worse
           ,
           and
           beginning
           to
           complain
           of
           such
           out
           rages
           to
           the
           Maker
           of
           the
           World
           ,
           whose
           Steward
           she
           is
           .
           A
           Pestilent
           Fellow
           called
           Atheism
           ,
           who
           has
           lately
           
             Invaded
             Sion
          
           ,
           councelled
           those
           with
           whom
           I
           lived
           to
           turn
           me
           out
           of
           doors
           ,
           whose
           council
           they
           gladly
           Embraced
           ,
           hardning
           their
           hearts
           to
           that
           degree
           ,
           that
           they
           became
           stones
           ,
           which
           I
           perceiving
           and
           
           finding
           I
           could
           not
           live
           on
           such
           Diet
           ,
           I
           as
           willingly
           consented
           to
           leave
           e'm
           ,
           and
           am
           now
           going
           to
           the
           
             Celestial
             City
          
           ,
           to
           give
           an
           account
           of
           my
           Steward-ship
           ,
           where
           I
           doubt
           not
           but
           I
           shall
           find
           better
           reception
           .
           Now
           whilst
           I
           was
           wondering
           who
           this
           should
           be
           Discovery
           whispers
           me
           in
           the
           Ear
           and
           told
           me
           it
           was
           Conscience
           ;
           how
           Conscience
           said
           I
           ,
           and
           with
           that
           I
           cryed
           out
           ,
           
             O
             Ingrateful
             world
             ,
             and
             art
             thou
             treated
             so
             ,
             who
             oughtest
             to
             be
             the
             square
             and
             ballance
             of
             Good
             men
             ,
             and
             ●egulator
             of
             the
             actions
             of
             the
             just
             ,
             thou
             true
             Essential
             good
             !
             thou
             Soul
             of
             virtue
             !
             and
             thou
             Ray
             divine
             !
          
        
         
           Now
           in
           my
           Dream
           methought
           I
           was
           about
           to
           Embrace
           her
           ,
           but
           like
           a
           shade
           she
           flew
           from
           my
           extended
           Arms
           ,
           and
           
             vanished
             in
             a
             Mist
          
           :
           yet
           in
           token
           of
           her
           kindness
           ,
           left
           a
           strong
           ●●pression
           of
           her
           tenderness
           upon
           my
           Soul
           ,
           which
           made
           me
           break
           into
           this
           Rapture
           :
           
             
               Wilt
               thou
               blest
               Guider
               of
               our
               ways
               be
               gone
               ,
            
             
               Like
               Heaven's
               swift
               flame
               ,
               no
               sooner
               blaze
               but
               done
               ;
            
             
               Return
               ,
               return
               ,
               thou
               Comfort
               of
               mankind
               ,
            
             
               L●t
               some
               at
               least
               so
               great
               a
               blessing
               find
               ,
            
             
               Let
               some
               have
               light
               ,
               though
               half
               the
               world
               be
               blind
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           Scarce
           had
           I
           ended
           ,
           when
           in
           my
           Dream
           I
           beheld
           
             two
             men
          
           coming
           towards
           us
           Laughing
           as
           loud
           as
           possible
           ,
           whose
           unseasonable
           Mirth
           ,
           DISCOVERY
           noteing
           ,
           and
           knowing
           they
           trod
           the
           paths
           of
           Unrighteousness
           ,
           cryed
           out
           ,
           
             woe
             be
             to
             you
             that
             laugh
             now
             ,
             for
             you
             shall
             weep
             hereafter
             .
          
           This
           put
           me
           upon
           the
           Inquiry
           ,
           when
           I
           was
           quickly
           informed
           they
           were
           Vsery
           and
           Extortion
           ,
           who
           had
           been
           the
           chief
           Agents
           in
           starving
           out
           Charity
           ,
           deluding
           of
           Hope
           ,
           and
           banishing
           of
           Conscience
           .
           By
           this
           time
           having
           a
           full
           view
           of
           'em
           ,
           methought
           they
           so
           much
           Resembled
           a
           Taleyman
           and
           a
           Broker
           ,
           that
           I
           could
           fitly
           compare
           them
           to
           no
           other
           ,
           and
           as
           it
           fell
           out
           I
           was
           not
           mistaken
           in
           my
           aime
           ,
           for
           as
           they
           approached
           ,
           I
           perceived
           they
           fell
           into
           the
           following
           discourse
           :
        
         
           
             Usery
             .
          
           
             A
             Iew
             say
             you
             was
             he
             that
             first
             Invented
             the
             Taleys
             ,
             and
             brought
             'em
             acquainted
             with
             Usery
             and
             Extortion
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Extortion
             .
          
           
             Yess
             ,
             so
             our
             Father
             Covetousness
             informed
             me
             ,
             and
             that
             he
             learned
             〈◊〉
             of
             a
             Turk
             .
          
        
         
           
             Use.
             
          
           
             No
             matter
             where
             since
             by
             that
             means
             money
             's
             rais'd
             from
             six
             ,
             to
             sixty
             in
             the
             hundred
             ,
             these
             are
             prosperous
             days
             with
             us
             Brother
             ,
             now
             we
             may
             inlarge
             our
             thoughts
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ext.
             
          
           
             Mine
             are
             inlarg'd
             already
             ,
             desire
             
             has
             no
             wider
             Room
             than
             I
             afford
             to
             court
             the
             Glittering
             Oar.
             O
             
               Mammon
               ,
               Mammon
            
             !
             how
             much
             I
             admire
             thee
             ,
             while
             with
             bounteous
             hand
             thou
             showrest
             on
             me
             what
             most
             delights
             my
             Soul.
             
          
        
         
           
             Use.
             
          
           
             Yess
             he
             is
             a
             good
             Benefactor
             to
             us
             ,
             and
             wee
             'l
             prove
             as
             true
             to
             him
             ,
             since
             we
             have
             gotten
             such
             acquaintance
             with
             him
             ;
             he
             loves
             I
             see
             to
             have
             all
             our
             Service
             and
             Friendship
             to
             himself
             ,
             for
             as
             long
             as
             we
             conversed
             with
             Charity
             ,
             he
             was
             shy
             and
             Cautious
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ext.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             and
             kept
             aloft
             for
             fear
             we
             should
             convert
             what
             he
             gave
             us
             to
             any
             other
             use
             than
             what
             he
             intended
             .
          
        
         
           
             Use.
             
          
           
             Right
             ,
             but
             now
             you
             talk
             of
             Charity
             ,
             prethee
             what
             's
             become
             on
             her
             ,
             since
             we
             gave
             her
             such
             sharp
             answers
             as
             made
             her
             despair
             of
             doing
             any
             good
             with
             us
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ext.
             
          
           
             Why
             I
             believe
             she
             may
             be
             dead
             by
             this
             time
             ,
             she
             has
             been
             very
             sick
             and
             crazy
             this
             many
             years
             .
          
        
         
           
             Use.
             
          
           
             I
             heard
             a
             Country
             fellow
             say
             about
             a
             Twelve
             month
             agoe
             she
             was
             gotten
             amongst
             the
             Villagers
             ,
             who
             lodged
             her
             for
             a
             while
             on
             a
             Pease-straw
             Bed
             ,
             and
             fed
             her
             on
             mouldy
             Cheese
             and
             skin
             Milk
             ,
             but
             at
             that
             rate
             they
             soon
             grew
             weary
             of
             her
             ,
             and
             sent
             her
             away
             with
             a
             Pass
             signed
             by
             Iustice
             Curmudgeon
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ext.
             
          
           
             A
             Wood
             man
             ,
             now
             you
             put
             me
             in
             mind
             on
             't
             ,
             told
             me
             he
             saw
             her
             since
             in
             
             a
             great
             Forrest
             ,
             and
             that
             she
             was
             Gnawing
             the
             Bark
             of
             the
             Trees
             .
          
        
         
           
             Use.
             
          
           
             Good
             lack
             ,
             well
             past
             doubt
             she
             's
             pined
             to
             death
             by
             this
             time
             ;
             but
             it
             's
             no
             matter
             whether
             so
             or
             not
             ,
             since
             she
             's
             like
             to
             trouble
             us
             no
             more
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ext.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             you
             say
             very
             right
             :
             But
             can
             you
             think
             it
             ?
             The
             other
             day
             Hope
             came
             to
             my
             House
             and
             told
             me
             she
             hop'd
             I
             would
             lend
             her
             some
             Money
             upon
             her
             own
             Band
             ,
             that
             she
             hop'd
             for
             great
             preferment
             ,
             and
             that
             she
             hop'd
             she
             should
             grow
             Rich
             and
             keep
             a
             good
             House
             ,
             that
             she
             hop'd
             to
             see
             prosperous
             and
             flourishing
             Times
             ,
             beyond
             what
             she
             had
             done
             :
             That
             she
             hop'd
             she
             had
             many
             Friends
             ,
             and
             many
             the
             like
             Expressions
             .
          
        
         
           
             Use.
             
          
           
             This
             was
             a
             very
             pritty
             fancy
             ,
             I
             hope
             
               quoth
               they
            
             .
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             she
             may
             hope
             and
             yet
             be
             deceived
             for
             all
             that
             ,
             but
             let
             me
             tell
             you
             ,
             though
             by
             the
             way
             she
             was
             mighty
             silly
             to
             hope
             for
             money
             of
             any
             of
             our
             profession
             ,
             upon
             those
             grounds
             ,
             we
             hop'd
             and
             hop'd
             again
             ,
             but
             all
             would
             not
             do
             till
             we
             took
             other
             courses
             .
             But
             prethee
             what
             Answer
             did
             you
             make
             her
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ext.
             
          
           
             Why
             first
             I
             ask'd
             her
             if
             she
             had
             nothing
             but
             hopes
             to
             live
             upon
             ,
             for
             if
             you
             han't
             said
             I
             ,
             you
             must
             take
             up
             with
             the
             Chammelions
             who
             ●ed
             on
             the
             Aire
             .
          
        
         
           
             Use.
             
          
           
             She
             told
             me
             she
             hop'd
             better
             ,
             and
             she
             
             hop'd
             I
             would
             lend
             her
             some
             money
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ext.
             
          
           
             Ay
             said
             I
             ,
             if
             you
             have
             any
             Land
             to
             Mortgage
             ,
             Plate
             or
             Jewels
             to
             Pawn
             or
             so
             .
          
        
         
           
             Use.
             
          
           
             She
             hop'd
             ,
             she
             said
             ,
             she
             should
             have
             both
             .
             Then
             said
             I
             ,
             I
             hope
             you
             'l
             be
             gone
             and
             trouble
             me
             no
             more
             ,
             till
             that
             day
             comes
             for
             no
             
               Penny
               no
               Paternoster
            
             ,
             and
             with
             that
             she
             went
             sighing
             out
             of
             my
             Shop
             :
             and
             I
             believe
             by
             this
             time
             she
             finds
             that
             her
             hopes
             are
             vain
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ext.
             
          
           
             Ay
             doubtless
             ,
             but
             she
             that
             troubled
             us
             most
             in
             the
             dawn
             of
             our
             undertakings
             .
             Was
             Conscience
             sawcy
             ?
             Conscience
             ,
             who
             wou'd
             ever
             be
             rebelling
             against
             our
             Inclynations
             .
          
        
         
           
             Use.
             
          
           
             Ay
             indeed
             ,
             I
             for
             my
             part
             found
             her
             very
             troublesome
             ,
             although
             I
             had
             her
             in
             a
             Kerb-Bridle
             ;
             for
             when
             she
             saw
             me
             in
             a
             thriving
             way
             ,
             by
             lending
             money
             upon
             Bond
             and
             Iudgement
             ,
             and
             within
             a
             day
             or
             two
             ,
             or
             so
             ,
             sease
             upon
             all
             my
             Chapmen
             had
             ,
             and
             clap
             him
             into
             the
             Bilboes
             to
             make
             him
             sell
             or
             mortgage
             his
             Land.
             She
             would
             tell
             me
             of
             
               grinding
               the
               Face
               of
               the
               Poor
               ,
            
             and
             begin
             to
             check
             me
             at
             a
             strange
             rate
             ,
             for
             which
             unseasonable
             sa●cyness
             I
             have
             knock'd
             her
             down
             twenty
             times
             in
             a
             day
             ,
             yet
             she
             would
             still
             be
             Rebelling
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ext.
             
          
           
             And
             I
             think
             I
             used
             her
             severely
             enough
             before
             I
             could
             be
             rid
             on
             her
             ;
             never
             
             were
             Bees
             smoaked
             with
             Brimstone
             ,
             as
             I
             smoaked
             her
             with
             the
             fuel
             of
             Obstinacy
             ,
             by
             stopping
             my
             Ears
             to
             her
             Clamour
             ,
             and
             contradicting
             her
             in
             all
             her
             motions
             .
          
        
         
           
             Use.
             
          
           
             She
             was
             no
             fit
             Companion
             for
             us
             ,
             for
             she
             would
             often
             be
             talking
             of
             Heaven
             and
             Hell
             ,
             and
             urging
             Scripture
             to
             us
             ,
             as
             if
             we
             minded
             that
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ext.
             
          
           
             And
             presenting
             us
             with
             Widdows
             and
             Orpheans
             tears
             ,
             the
             crys
             of
             the
             oppressed
             ,
             and
             the
             distress
             of
             those
             we
             have
             genteely
             out
             witted
             and
             gulled
             of
             their
             Estates
             ,
             with
             twenty
             the
             like
             trivial
             matters
             ;
             but
             since
             we
             are
             rid
             of
             her
             no
             more
             on
             't
             .
          
           
             Now
             I
             saw
             in
             my
             Dream
             that
             Discovery
             came
             near
             and
             interrupted
             their
             discourse
             ,
             &c.
             
          
        
         
           
             Discovery
             .
          
           
             Gentlemen
             are
             you
             of
             this
             City
             —
             If
             you
             are
             —
          
        
         
           
             Ext.
             
          
           
             If
             we
             are
             !
             Why
             what
             if
             we
             are
             ,
             or
             what
             if
             we
             are
             not
             ?
             But
             to
             be
             plain
             with
             you
             Sir
             ,
             we
             have
             Lodgings
             every
             where
             ;
             but
             our
             Mansion
             Houses
             are
             in
             the
             Land
             of
             Covetousness
             ,
             a
             fruitful
             place
             I
             'le
             assure
             you
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Very
             fine
             Sir
             ,
             But
             are
             you
             acquainted
             with
             Plain-Dealing
             and
             his
             Brother
             Honesty
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Vse
             .
          
           
             No
             indeed
             Sir
             ,
             they
             are
             none
             of
             
             our
             Acquaintance
             ,
             nor
             do
             we
             desire
             they
             should
             ;
             they
             were
             our
             Neighbours
             once
             ,
             but
             proved
             so
             unprofitable
             and
             troublesome
             ,
             that
             none
             of
             our
             profession
             cared
             for
             living
             by
             'em
             :
             So
             we
             together
             with
             our
             Brethren
             of
             the
             faculty
             ,
             got
             a
             decree
             to
             banish
             'em
             out
             of
             all
             places
             where
             we
             were
             Concerned
             ;
             and
             now
             I
             believe
             it
             will
             be
             a
             hard
             matter
             to
             find
             'em
             in
             these
             parts
             ,
             for
             as
             I
             take
             it
             ,
             
               they
               talk'd
               of
               Iourneying
               to
            
             America
             ,
             
               to
               take
               up
               with
               the
               Native
            
             Indians
             ,
             
               when
               we
               washed
               our
               hands
               of
               '
               em
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Pray
             Gentlemen
             of
             what
             Profession
             are
             you
             ,
             that
             
               Plain
               Dealing
            
             and
             Honesty
             should
             be
             so
             offensive
             to
             you
             ,
             I
             'le
             assure
             you
             ,
             I
             have
             heard
             a
             very
             good
             Character
             of
             'em
             in
             the
             days
             of
             Old.
             
          
        
         
           
             Ext.
             
          
           
             Ay
             Friend
             it
             may
             be
             so
             ,
             but
             those
             days
             are
             past
             ,
             and
             we
             know
             better
             things
             for
             all
             that
             ,
             than
             to
             have
             any
             thing
             to
             do
             with
             'em
             ,
             —
             a
             couple
             of
             sneaking
             Fellows
             as
             they
             are
             ;
             I
             am
             sure
             I
             am
             five
             hundred
             Pounds
             the
             worse
             for
             the
             little
             Society
             I
             had
             with
             'em
             ,
             and
             I
             believe
             my
             Brother
             here
             is
             little
             less
             ,
             for
             we
             are
             Trades-men
             if
             it
             please
             you
             Sir.
             
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             How
             Trades-men
             ,
             and
             stand
             at
             defiance
             with
             Honesty
             and
             
               Plain
               Dealing
            
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Vs●
             
          
           
             Yess
             truly
             ,
             and
             live
             better
             by
             far
             
             since
             we
             routed
             'em
             ,
             than
             ever
             before
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             
               But
               know
               you
               not
               that
            
             the
             way
             of
             the
             Wicked
             shall
             not
             prosper
             ,
             
               and
               that
            
             every
             Work
             shall
             be
             brought
             into
             Judgment
             ,
             whether
             it
             be
             good
             or
             evil
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ext.
             
          
           
             Ha!
             What
             dos
             he
             talk
             Scripture
             to
             us
             ?
             —
             Stay
             let
             us
             see
             ,
             —
             who
             can
             this
             be
             ?
             —
             Uds-lid
             't
             is
             the
             Ghost
             of
             Conscience
             in
             Disguise
             ,
             with
             a
             Candle
             in
             her
             hand
             ,
             Fly
             ,
             fly
             I
             say
             ,
             least
             she
             again
             possess
             us
             ,
             and
             trouble
             us
             worse
             than
             ever
             .
          
           
             Now
             I
             beheld
             in
             my
             Dream
             ,
             that
             they
             hasted
             to
             a
             gloomy
             coverture
             
               loving
               darkness
               ,
               rather
               then
               light
               ,
               because
               their
               deeds
               were
               evil
               .
            
             And
             we
             passed
             on
             to
             another
             Path
             of
             the
             City
             ,
             which
             by
             the
             many
             Indentures
             that
             stuck
             up
             in
             the
             Windows
             ,
             I
             conceited
             to
             be
             
               Sheep-Skin
               Row
            
             ,
             where
             I
             beheld
             a
             man
             coming
             out
             of
             a
             dark
             place
             with
             a
             Libel
             in
             his
             Mouth
             ,
             and
             on
             it
             was
             Written
             in
             a
             mixture
             of
             Letters
             ,
             Forgery
             ,
             being
             habited
             like
             a
             Scribe
             ,
             for
             his
             Coat
             was
             Laced
             with
             the
             defrauded
             Orphans
             Sighs
             ,
             and
             Spangled
             with
             Widdows
             Tears
             ;
             wherefore
             I
             conceived
             it
             vain
             to
             inquire
             for
             Hones●y
             or
             
               Plain
               Dealing
            
             in
             that
             place
             ,
             and
             would
             have
             passed
             him
             ,
             but
             Discovery
             would
             needs
             discourse
             him
             :
             Now
             I
             perceived
             when
             he
             Addressed
             himself
             ,
             the
             man
             started
             to
             meet
             a
             Person
             at
             
             noon
             day
             with
             a
             light
             in
             his
             hand
             ,
             as
             doubting
             it
             might
             be
             Diogenes
             in
             search
             of
             an
             honest
             man
             ,
             and
             would
             have
             turned
             out
             of
             the
             way
             ,
             but
             that
             he
             imagined
             Conscience
             lay
             sculking
             on
             the
             other
             side
             in
             a
             dark
             Celler
             ,
             whose
             greeting
             he
             dreaded
             more
             than
             
               an
               Army
               with
               Banners
            
             ;
             and
             therefore
             altering
             his
             resolves
             ,
             he
             came
             blundering
             on
             ,
             when
             thus
             I
             fancy'd
             I
             heard
             'em
             Dialogue
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Well
             met
             Sir
             ,
             pray
             why
             in
             so
             much
             hast
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Forgery
             .
          
           
             Because
             I
             am
             going
             Sir
             about
             business
             of
             consequence
             ,
             delays
             you
             know
             Sir
             often
             breeds
             danger
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Are
             you
             acquainted
             in
             these
             parts
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Forg
             .
          
           
             Yess
             verily
             ,
             I
             think
             I
             am
             ,
             all
             these
             Houses
             call
             me
             Master
             ,
             I
             layed
             their
             Foundation
             upon
             the
             peoples
             Ignorance
             ,
             and
             made
             Spendthrift
             and
             Prodigality
             build
             the
             rest
             upon
             their
             own
             ruine
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Policy
             indeed
             goes
             a
             great
             way
             ,
             but
             Sir
             ,
             can
             you
             direct
             me
             how
             I
             may
             find
             one
             Goodman
             Honesty
             in
             these
             parts
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Forg
             .
          
           
             Truly
             I
             have
             heard
             something
             of
             him
             in
             my
             time
             ,
             pray
             what
             should
             he
             be
             ,
             a
             House-keeper
             or
             an
             Inn-mate
             ,
             or
             what
             Country
             man
             is
             he
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disco
             .
          
           
             Directly
             Sir
             I
             can't
             inform
             yo●
             but
             this
             I
             have
             heard
             ,
             he
             seldome
             stays
             long
             
             in
             a
             place
             ,
             because
             few
             delight
             in
             his
             Company
             ,
             he
             has
             a
             Brother
             too
             they
             call
             him
             Plain-Dealing
             .
          
        
         
           
             Forg
             .
          
           
             A
             couple
             of
             plain
             Country
             fellows
             I
             'll
             warrant
             you
             —
             Well
             unless
             you
             find
             either
             of
             them
             at
             my
             Neighbour
             Simplicities
             at
             the
             Sign
             of
             the
             Fools
             Cap
             ,
             a
             little
             before
             you
             ,
             I
             know
             not
             where
             you
             'l
             light
             on
             'em
             ,
             and
             so
             fare
             you
             well
             ,
             for
             I
             must
             hast
             to
             make
             my
             Neighbour
             
               Sickleys
               Will
            
             ,
             least
             he
             shou'd
             be
             return'd
             
               Mortus
               est
            
             before
             I
             come
             ;
             but
             if
             he
             be
             ,
             it
             matters
             not
             much
             ,
             I
             can
             put
             his
             Hand
             to
             it
             ,
             I
             have
             put
             many
             Dead-mens-Hands
             to
             Wills
             before
             now
             ,
             and
             wip'd
             the
             Noses
             of
             such
             as
             gap'd
             for
             his
             Inheritance
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Where
             was
             your
             Conscience
             then
             ,
             was
             it
             asleep
             .
          
        
         
           
             Forg
             .
          
           
             Alass
             Sir
             ,
             I
             had
             sent
             her
             packing
             many
             a
             day
             before
             that
             ,
             upon
             her
             checking
             me
             ,
             for
             counterfeiting
             Corporation
             Seals
             ,
             and
             Mortgaging
             their
             Lands
             without
             their
             knowledge
             .
          
        
         
           
             Dis.
             
          
           
             And
             how
             came
             you
             off
             in
             that
             case
             ?
             It
             must
             certainly
             be
             known
             in
             the
             end
             .
          
        
         
           
             Forg
             .
          
           
             O
             never
             Sir
             !
             For
             I
             repayed
             the
             Money
             ,
             and
             took
             up
             my
             Mortgage
             after
             I
             had
             used
             it
             as
             long
             as
             my
             occasions
             requi●●d
             .
             But
             now
             I
             think
             further
             Sir
             I
             must
             bid
             you
             adieu
             .
             Oh
             Dear
             !
             I
             had
             almost
             
             forgot
             ,
             I
             should
             have
             been
             at
             Mr.
             Knaveries
             two
             hours
             since
             ,
             to
             affix
             a
             Hand
             and
             Seal
             to
             a
             band
             of
             1000
             L.
             by
             way
             of
             imitation
             —
             Your
             Servant
             Sir.
             
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             beheld
             he
             hasted
             towards
             the
             Castle
             of
             Deceit
             ,
             whereupon
             we
             inquired
             at
             Mr.
             Simplicities
             as
             we
             were
             directed
             ;
             but
             instead
             of
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             ,
             we
             found
             Folly
             and
             Ignorance
             ,
             sitting
             in
             two
             wicker
             Chairs
             ,
             in
             great
             State
             ,
             and
             about
             them
             many
             attendance
             who
             waited
             by
             turns
             ,
             but
             having
             no
             business
             with
             them
             ,
             we
             hasted
             to
             Papers-tree
             ,
             a
             place
             for
             many
             Letters
             famed
             through
             the
             World
             ,
             and
             there
             we
             found
             a
             grave
             Person
             sitting
             in
             a
             Volumnious
             place
             ,
             incompassed
             with
             the
             labours
             of
             5000
             Mortals
             ,
             Antient
             and
             Modern
             ,
             here
             or
             no
             where
             thought
             I
             we
             may
             be
             informed
             ,
             and
             by
             the
             information
             cease
             our
             further
             search
             ,
             but
             my
             expectation
             failed
             ,
             for
             I
             found
             soon
             after
             that
             the
             Mans
             Head
             was
             wonderous
             Airey
             ,
             being
             made
             up
             for
             the
             most
             part
             of
             Romance
             and
             strange
             imagination
             ,
             yet
             Discovery
             would
             inquire
             ,
             though
             I
             had
             before
             informed
             him
             ,
             he
             would
             loose
             his
             labour
             .
             Now
             at
             his
             approach
             I
             perceived
             the
             Man
             was
             not
             a
             little
             affrighted
             ,
             for
             〈…〉
             ground
             ,
             he
             imagined
             〈◊〉
             might
             be
             the
             Ghost
             of
             some
             deceased
             
             Author
             whom
             he
             had
             Hackneyd
             to
             death
             ;
             but
             finding
             his
             mistake
             ,
             and
             recollecting
             himself
             ,
             he
             pull'd
             of
             his
             Hat
             ,
             and
             made
             a
             crindging
             congie
             ,
             which
             gave
             me
             opportunity
             to
             discern
             Self-Interest
             ,
             in
             large
             Characters
             on
             his
             forehead
             ,
             but
             Discovery
             not
             presently
             perceiving
             it
             ,
             fell
             to
             asking
             him
             many
             Questions
             ,
             as
             thus
             .
          
        
         
           
             Discovery
             .
          
           
             Sir
             does
             this
             place
             call
             you
             Master
             ,
             know
             you
             all
             your
             Neighbours
             here
             about
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Self-Interest
             .
          
           
             To
             both
             I
             answer
             in
             the
             affirmative
             ,
             but
             pray
             Sir
             why
             inquire
             you
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             'T
             is
             some
             thing
             I
             want
             that
             makes
             me
             so
             inquisitive
             .
          
        
         
           
             Self-Int
             .
          
           
             If
             wares
             you
             want
             of
             this
             kind
             I
             can
             furnish
             you
             with
             all
             Sorts
             ,
             I
             have
             what
             you
             please
             ,
             you
             see
             not
             half
             my
             store
             ,
             will
             it
             please
             you
             to
             walk
             further
             .
          
           
             Now
             I
             perceived
             Discovery
             had
             a
             mind
             to
             enter
             his
             Cabinet
             of
             Rarities
             as
             he
             term'd
             it
             ,
             to
             make
             some
             observations
             ,
             which
             willingness
             he
             perceiving
             ,
             he
             lead
             us
             into
             a
             dark
             entery
             ,
             crouded
             on
             either
             side
             with
             Leather
             and
             Past-board
             ,
             where
             by
             the
             light
             Discovery
             brought
             ,
             I
             beheld
             
               Rebellious
               Principles
            
             peep
             out
             at
             one
             Corner
             ,
             Sedition
             at
             an
             other
             ,
             
               false
               Doctrine
            
             stood
             there
             Triumphant
             ,
             and
             the
             
               Italian
               
               Art
            
             of
             Poisoning
             barefaced
             ,
             Mahomet
             was
             rank'd
             with
             the
             Prophets
             ,
             and
             old
             Hobbs
             with
             the
             Evangelists
             ,
             Mugletons
             Sermons
             lurked
             in
             private
             ,
             and
             the
             rank
             Weeds
             of
             Atheism
             reached
             the
             ceeling
             ,
             Debauchery
             the
             baen
             of
             youth
             ,
             took
             up
             a
             shelf
             for
             her
             own
             conveniency
             ,
             and
             
               Arian
               Heresy
            
             was
             rampant
             ,
             on
             the
             other
             side
             were
             musty
             Legends
             ,
             beautified
             with
             the
             conveniency
             of
             a
             new
             Title
             ,
             promising
             wonderous
             things
             ,
             though
             not
             one
             word
             in
             the
             following
             pages
             ,
             and
             next
             them
             stood
             Incroachments
             upon
             the
             proprieties
             of
             his
             Breathren
             in
             iniquity
             ,
             and
             an
             
               Additional
               Impression
            
             in
             Partner-ship
             ,
             seal'd
             with
             the
             Ignorance
             of
             his
             Coleague
             .
             And
             for
             all
             this
             was
             he
             taken
             for
             a
             Saint
             and
             a
             Hero
             ,
             but
             when
             as
             you
             may
             perceive
             the
             light
             of
             Vnderstanding
             came
             to
             Scrutenize
             him
             ,
             all
             prov'd
             otherwise
             .
          
           
             Now
             I
             dreamed
             that
             Discovery
             began
             to
             ask
             him
             other
             questions
             ,
             but
             especially
             if
             he
             was
             acquainted
             with
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             ,
             or
             knew
             the
             place
             of
             their
             aboad
             ,
             but
             he
             protested
             he
             was
             altogither
             ignorant
             of
             them
             ,
             only
             had
             read
             that
             they
             were
             many
             years
             since
             Familiar
             Companions
             with
             divers
             of
             the
             Philosophers
             ,
             and
             some
             few
             of
             the
             Hermites
             ,
             as
             for
             himself
             ,
             he
             said
             he
             managed
             his
             Trade
             well
             enough
             and
             
             needed
             not
             their
             assistance
             ,
             and
             finding
             we
             were
             not
             Chapmen
             for
             his
             turn
             ,
             he
             whistled
             for
             a
             drudg
             in
             Petty-coats
             ,
             and
             telling
             us
             his
             Dinner
             cool'd
             by
             this
             delay
             ,
             dismis'd
             us
             with
             ,
             
               your
               Humble
               Servant
               Gentlemen
            
             .
          
           
             Thus
             far
             travelling
             in
             vain
             ,
             me
             thought
             I
             began
             to
             be
             weary
             ,
             and
             intreating
             Discovery
             to
             stay
             a
             while
             ,
             sat
             me
             down
             on
             a
             pair
             of
             stairs
             to
             rest
             my self
             ,
             where
             I
             had
             not
             been
             long
             ,
             but
             I
             heard
             a
             noise
             above
             accompany'd
             with
             divers
             imperfect
             murmours
             ,
             which
             at
             first
             I
             took
             for
             a
             Leet
             ,
             or
             Court
             of
             Pypouder
             ;
             but
             hearing
             at
             the
             same
             time
             a
             knocking
             ,
             and
             the
             noise
             renewed
             of
             
               two
               pence
               ,
               three
               pence
               ,
               who
               bids
               more
               .
            
             I
             verily
             believe
             they
             were
             exposing
             Honesty
             to
             sale
             by
             Inch
             of
             Candle
             ,
             by
             reason
             of
             the
             lowness
             of
             the
             rate
             :
             Desirous
             to
             be
             informed
             I
             intreated
             Discovery
             to
             accompany
             me
             into
             this
             place
             of
             clamour
             who
             consenting
             ,
             we
             no
             sooner
             came
             to
             the
             top
             of
             the
             ascent
             ,
             but
             we
             beheld
             a
             
               Deminitive
               Fellow
            
             ,
             with
             staring
             Eyes
             ,
             Hair
             tuckt
             up
             ,
             and
             his
             Mouth
             drawn
             from
             Ear
             to
             Ear
             ,
             standing
             in
             a
             kind
             of
             a
             Tubb
             or
             
               Quakers
               Pulpit
            
             ,
             with
             a
             Book
             in
             his
             Hand
             ,
             as
             if
             he
             intended
             to
             edifie
             the
             People
             that
             were
             grumbling
             out
             their
             Sentiments
             ,
             when
             all
             on
             a
             sudden
             opening
             as
             loud
             as
             
             Mugleton
             in
             the
             height
             of
             his
             damning
             dayes
             ,
             and
             whilst
             the
             Auditory
             stood
             with
             their
             Mouths
             at
             half
             cock
             ,
             expecting
             the
             issue
             of
             a
             long
             preamble
             ,
             comes
             to
             the
             Text
             and
             cryes
             ,
             
               Here
               Gentlemen
               you
               have
               the
               true
               Art
               of
            
             Phoenix
             
               catching
               ,
               and
               infalliable
               Receipts
               for
               the
               Philosophers
               Stone
               ,
               here
               are
               directions
               how
               to
               make
               Pearls
               of
               Dew
               drops
               ,
               and
               how
               a
               Man
               by
               easily
               stopping
               all
               the
               Rivers
               that
               run
               into
               the
               Ocean
               ,
               may
               drain
               it
               ,
               and
               catch
            
             Whales
             
               dry
               shod
               ,
               without
               the
               tediousness
               of
               a
            
             Greenland
             
               Voyage
               .
               By
               this
               an
               old
               Woman
               of
               fourscore
               may
               be
               directed
               to
               restore
               her self
               to
               fifteen
               ,
               and
               young
               Gentlemen
               who
               have
               made
               over
               their
               Estates
               by
               conveyance
               ,
               find
               means
               to
               wrest
               them
               out
               of
               the
               Hands
               of
               a
               griple
               Vserer
               .
               He
               that
               has
               a
               generous
               flame
               for
               learning
               ,
               let
               him
               buy
               this
               ,
               and
               he
               's
               made
               for
               ever
               .
            
             But
             if
             any
             of
             you
             have
             good
             Money
             in
             your
             Pockets
             and
             yet
             will
             starve
             your
             Brains
             ,
             you
             deserve
             to
             be
             posted
             for
             Sots
             and
             Blockheads
             to
             posterity
             .
             —
             
               Six
               pence
               once
               ,
               seven
               pence
               once
               ,
               eight
               pence
               once
               ,
               nine
               pence
               once
               ,
               twelve
               pence
               once
               ,
               twelve
               pence
               twice
               ,
               thrice
               .
               'T
               is
               yours
               Sir.
               
            
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             beheld
             they
             all
             crowded
             about
             the
             party
             that
             had
             bought
             this
             supposed
             piece
             of
             rarety
             ,
             and
             what
             shou'd
             it
             be
             but
             
               T●m
               Thumb
            
             in
             Folio
             with
             
             Marginal
             Notes
             ,
             whereat
             the
             buyer
             perceiving
             his
             Mountain
             expectations
             ,
             had
             brought
             forth
             a
             Mouse
             sneak'd
             away
             like
             a
             Cur
             that
             had
             lost
             his
             Tail
             ,
             here
             I
             further
             observed
             that
             when
             any
             Book
             of
             value
             through
             defect
             of
             bidding
             was
             likely
             to
             go
             under
             rate
             ,
             the
             Supervizor
             of
             these
             fallacies
             had
             one
             at
             Hand
             to
             save
             it
             by
             bidding
             higher
             ,
             or
             inflaming
             the
             bidders
             in
             emulation
             to
             each
             other
             ,
             advancing
             it
             at
             it's
             double
             value
             ,
             and
             if
             inquiry
             be
             made
             for
             whom
             he
             Purchases
             ,
             he
             has
             a
             name
             at
             his
             Tongues
             end
             ,
             pretending
             a
             commission
             ,
             but
             all
             is
             false
             ,
             for
             in
             the
             end
             the
             Books
             return'd
             from
             whence
             it
             came
             :
             Now
             in
             one
             corner
             of
             the
             Room
             ,
             I
             perceived
             Deceit
             lay
             lurking
             close
             ,
             but
             Folly
             flew
             about
             on
             Wings
             of
             Ignorance
             ,
             and
             Self-conceit
             prompting
             the
             eager
             multitude
             to
             purchase
             Books
             at
             a
             third
             part
             dearer
             than
             their
             Neighbours
             would
             afford
             the
             very
             same
             Books
             ;
             for
             but
             that
             that
             sets
             'em
             agoing
             ,
             is
             the
             rumour
             of
             some
             eminent
             mans
             choice
             ,
             Library
             Books
             ,
             which
             the
             Ignorant
             imagine
             are
             no
             where
             to
             be
             found
             but
             there
             ,
             when
             in
             plain
             English
             ,
             this
             Eminent
             mans
             Library
             is
             the
             Bookseller
             himself
             ,
             and
             no
             body
             else
             :
             Wherefore
             dispairing
             to
             find
             Honesty
             and
             
               Plain
               Dealing
            
             
             in
             this
             place
             ,
             we
             never
             so
             much
             as
             made
             inquiry
             ,
             but
             en'e
             trudged
             down
             the
             same
             way
             we
             came
             up
             ,
             but
             scarce
             had
             time
             to
             take
             the
             Aire
             .
             When
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             beheld
             a
             man
             coming
             out
             of
             a
             Dirty
             place
             ,
             rubing
             his
             Nose
             with
             a
             pair
             of
             dark
             colourd
             Hands
             ,
             his
             Visage
             was
             grim
             ,
             and
             looking
             this
             way
             and
             that
             way
             ,
             as
             if
             he
             feared
             some
             danger
             ,
             clap'd
             down
             a
             Trap-door
             after
             him
             ,
             and
             so
             came
             towards
             us
             ,
             giving
             us
             a
             full
             but
             before
             he
             was
             aware
             ,
             which
             made
             him
             retreat
             six
             or
             seven
             paces
             ,
             and
             there
             making
             a
             full
             stop
             ,
             stood
             peering
             at
             us
             ,
             for
             having
             been
             so
             long
             in
             the
             dark
             ,
             or
             at
             least
             by
             Candle-light
             ,
             I
             perceived
             he
             was
             grown
             mope
             Eyed
             :
             But
             Discovery
             desirous
             to
             unravel
             him
             ,
             began
             to
             Sift
             him
             in
             this
             manner
             :
          
        
         
           
             Discovery
             .
          
           
             Pray
             you
             Sir
             what
             make
             you
             stand
             at
             this
             distance
             ?
             Why
             so
             Agast
             ,
             do
             you
             take
             us
             for
             Goblins
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Dissention
             .
          
           
             I
             know
             not
             but
             you
             may
             ,
             or
             if
             you
             are
             not
             ,
             I
             take
             you
             to
             be
             little
             better
             than
             mad
             men
             to
             burn
             Candle
             at
             this
             time
             o'
             th
             day
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Friend
             it
             behoves
             us
             so
             to
             do
             ,
             for
             we
             are
             upon
             the
             search
             ,
             and
             have
             many
             dark
             places
             to
             discover
             .
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             How
             !
             upon
             the
             search
             !
             Alas
             then
             I
             am
             undone
             ,
             for
             if
             they
             find
             out
             ●
             
             private
             Gimcracks
             ,
             I
             'm
             ruined
             for
             ever
             :
             Nay
             ,
             I
             believe
             they
             see
             me
             come
             out
             .
             What
             a
             dull
             Rogue
             was
             I
             ,
             that
             I
             did
             not
             take
             better
             Observations
             through
             my
             peep-hole
             ,
             before
             I
             ventured
             to
             open
             the
             Trap.
             
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Why
             are
             you
             thus
             disturbed
             Friend
             ,
             is
             our
             presence
             so
             Offensive
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             No
             no
             ,
             no
             disturbance
             at
             all
             ,
             nothing
             but
             a
             little
             Qualm
             came
             over
             my
             Stomach
             ,
             't
             is
             usual
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Are
             you
             of
             this
             World
             ,
             or
             that
             beneath
             us
             ,
             that
             you
             came
             crawling
             out
             of
             the
             Ground
             like
             an
             Insect
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             Ha!
             am
             I
             discovered
             then
             !
             What
             shall
             I
             do
             ?
             But
             Gentlemen
             ,
             did
             you
             see
             me
             creep
             out
             of
             my
             Cave
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Yess
             we
             think
             we
             did
             ,
             and
             are
             desirous
             to
             know
             your
             profession
             ?
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             beheld
             the
             man
             tremble
             and
             shake
             ,
             looking
             this
             way
             and
             that
             way
             ,
             as
             if
             he
             considered
             which
             way
             to
             run
             .
             But
             Discovery
             assuring
             him
             ,
             that
             if
             he
             would
             answer
             him
             plainly
             ,
             to
             such
             Questions
             as
             he
             demanded
             ,
             no
             harm
             should
             befall
             him
             :
             he
             was
             a
             little
             comforted
             ,
             and
             promised
             to
             do
             this
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Sir
             your
             profession
             ,
             that
             's
             the
             first
             particular
             .
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             Why
             Sir
             ,
             I
             'm
             a
             Terrestial
             Incendiary
             ,
             an
             imbroyler
             of
             Friends
             ,
             a
             mear
             
             beautifew
             :
             I
             have
             Engins
             that
             cast
             forth
             Granadoes
             ,
             which
             have
             set
             Citys
             and
             Towns
             in
             a
             blaze
             of
             discention
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             How
             !
             what
             's
             all
             this
             you
             run
             upon
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             Night
             and
             day
             Sir
             I
             have
             often
             laboured
             to
             promote
             mischief
             in
             that
             dark
             Celler
             .
             I
             have
             a
             Gimerack
             that
             has
             groand
             frequent
             with
             other
             mens
             propertys
             ;
             as
             also
             Sedition
             ,
             and
             little
             less
             than
             Treason
             many
             a
             fair
             Fortnight
             :
             O
             I
             have
             done
             many
             things
             for
             some
             great
             men
             of
             the
             
               Paper
               professors
            
             ,
             that
             have
             procured
             'em
             a
             Vension
             Pasty
             on
             a
             Holy
             day
             ,
             or
             so
             ;
             though
             when
             they
             came
             to
             the
             touch
             Stone
             ,
             they
             had
             the
             face
             to
             disown
             'em
             ,
             and
             made
             me
             
               Iack
               hold
               their
               staff
            
             :
             Many
             a
             time
             have
             I
             heard
             a.
             HOG
             in
             Armour
             grunting
             about
             my
             Trap-door
             ,
             but
             was
             not
             able
             to
             turn
             it
             up
             with
             his
             Snout
             :
             Ay
             many
             a
             fair
             business
             have
             I
             done
             for
             my self
             ,
             for
             when
             I
             saw
             my
             Patrons
             in
             partnership
             for
             Supernumerarys
             ,
             unknown
             to
             each
             other
             I
             was
             upon
             the
             same
             lay
             ,
             and
             Supernumerated
             'em
             both
             ,
             and
             that
             I
             think
             was
             but
             one
             Knaves
             trick
             for
             another
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             where
             was
             your
             Conscience
             all
             this
             while
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             O
             Sir
             that
             dropt
             into
             the
             Lie
             pan
             ,
             as
             I
             was
             straining
             one
             day
             upon
             a
             Surfeite
             
             taken
             by
             feeding
             upon
             the
             fruits
             of
             Honesty
             ,
             and
             a
             Lad
             that
             I
             kept
             call'd
             Intrest
             ,
             pist
             out
             her
             Eyes
             ,
             so
             that
             she
             could
             never
             find
             the
             way
             back
             again
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             The
             fruits
             of
             Honesty
             !
             Why
             't
             is
             Honesty
             himself
             that
             we
             are
             in
             search
             of
             :
             can
             you
             direct
             us
             where
             we
             may
             find
             him
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             No
             truly
             Sir
             can't
             I
             ,
             nor
             know
             I
             now
             where
             to
             help
             you
             to
             one
             Apple
             of
             the
             Tree
             of
             his
             planting
             ,
             nor
             will
             it
             suit
             with
             my
             business
             to
             be
             concerned
             in
             such
             an
             undertaking
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Has
             Plain-dealing
             nothing
             neither
             to
             do
             in
             your
             profession
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             No
             I
             think
             not
             ,
             for
             should
             he
             once
             come
             amongst
             us
             ,
             all
             of
             our
             Trade
             have
             such
             an
             Antipathy
             against
             him
             ,
             that
             he
             'd
             either
             be
             knockt
             o'
             th
             head
             with
             the
             Barr
             ,
             or
             goarg'd
             with
             Ink
             till
             he
             scowr'd
             his
             Guts
             out
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Then
             your's
             is
             a
             kind
             of
             a
             dangerous
             profession
             .
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             O
             Yess
             ,
             a
             very
             dang'rous
             one
             ;
             why
             it
             has
             in
             times
             of
             old
             been
             formidable
             to
             the
             Nation
             .
             O
             had
             you
             heard
             what
             Roaring
             Bulls
             flew
             from
             the
             press
             ,
             between
             forty
             and
             forty
             eight
             ;
             Ay
             ,
             and
             at
             divers
             other
             times
             you
             would
             have
             trembled
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             were
             they
             so
             dreadful
             then
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             Dreadful
             !
             Ay
             ,
             I
             'le
             warrant
             you
             
             it
             appeared
             they
             were
             dreadful
             ,
             for
             they
             then
             shook
             the
             Islands
             :
             But
             I
             can
             stay
             no
             longer
             ,
             yonder
             comes
             one
             whose
             sight
             I
             must
             avoid
             ,
             least
             he
             correct
             and
             revise
             me
             before
             I
             am
             ready
             for
             him
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             beheld
             the
             man
             left
             us
             and
             slunk
             into
             a
             dark
             Entery
             ,
             which
             it
             seems
             was
             a
             thorowfare
             ,
             leading
             to
             the
             Land
             of
             Blackness
             ,
             so
             that
             we
             saw
             him
             no
             more
             :
             But
             as
             Discovery
             conversed
             with
             him
             ,
             I
             saw
             the
             word
             Imprinted
             pined
             on
             his
             sleeve
             ,
             from
             whence
             I
             conceited
             him
             a
             Typographer
             ,
             and
             from
             that
             time
             forward
             ,
             named
             him
             the
             
               Engin
               of
               Dissention
            
             .
             But
             we
             had
             not
             gone
             far
             er'e
             we
             came
             into
             
               Feigning
               Street
            
             ,
             and
             this
             I
             perceived
             was
             chiefly
             inhabited
             by
             Hypocricy
             ,
             who
             had
             a
             World
             of
             votarys
             ,
             and
             a
             train
             of
             green
             approv'd
             Sinners
             to
             wait
             on
             her
             when
             ever
             she
             had
             a
             mind
             to
             take
             the
             Aire
             ,
             for
             you
             must
             know
             this
             is
             represented
             as
             a
             Female
             Iniquity
             ,
             though
             too
             frequently
             incident
             to
             either
             Sex
             ;
             She
             's
             a
             great
             enemy
             to
             Faith
             ,
             and
             the
             only
             Sister
             to
             Dissimulation
             ;
             she
             was
             dressed
             in
             the
             Habit
             of
             a
             Nun
             ,
             pretending
             to
             the
             greatest
             strictness
             imaginable
             ,
             her
             Cheeks
             were
             furrow'd
             with
             ●asting
             Spittle
             ,
             which
             many
             took
             for
             tears
             ,
             sighs
             she
             had
             ever
             at
             command
             ,
             and
             every
             now
             and
             then
             would
             strain
             a
             gentle
             
             groan
             ,
             and
             would
             be
             still
             reproving
             Vice
             in
             those
             that
             were
             most
             vertuous
             and
             sincere
             ,
             talk
             much
             of
             watching
             ,
             fasting
             ,
             Prayer
             and
             Alms
             ;
             but
             all
             this
             talk
             was
             but
             in
             publique
             to
             gain
             Applause
             or
             Interest
             for
             in
             private
             ,
             and
             with
             those
             she
             durst
             trust
             with
             the
             Secret
             ,
             she
             would
             revel
             it
             all
             day
             ,
             and
             in
             Adulterous
             Arms
             spend
             many
             a
             night
             ,
             counting
             Religion
             than
             a
             Ceremony
             ,
             a
             meer
             shade
             :
             She
             's
             much
             in
             fashion
             w●th
             our
             modern
             Strumpets
             ,
             who
             having
             so
             far
             mortified
             themselves
             that
             actual
             sin
             decays
             in
             them
             ,
             who
             then
             ,
             and
             not
             till
             then
             wou'd
             seem
             Religious
             :
             But
             having
             quite
             forgot
             the
             notions
             embrace
             Hypocrisie
             ,
             Who
             is
             ever
             ready
             to
             receive
             'em
             with
             her
             open
             Arms
             ,
             and
             she
             serves
             well
             enough
             ,
             if
             nature
             ne'r
             restores
             their
             vigor
             ;
             but
             if
             she
             do
             ,
             off
             goes
             that
             shadow
             of
             a
             Cloak
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             Trade
             they
             fall
             again
             .
          
           
             Whilst
             these
             representations
             were
             before
             me
             ,
             I
             perceived
             in
             my
             dream
             that
             two
             in
             
               Female
               form
            
             approach'd
             us
             ,
             talking
             as
             they
             came
             :
             Their
             habit
             was
             grave
             and
             countenance
             composed
             demure
             ,
             their
             Eyes
             fix'd
             on
             the
             ground
             ,
             their
             gaite
             steady
             and
             even
             ,
             when
             within
             hearing
             me
             thought
             I
             heard
             'em
             argue
             thus
             .
          
        
         
           
             1
             Woman
             .
          
           
             How
             this
             Stratagem
             deceives
             
             the
             World
             ,
             and
             takes
             the
             easier
             sort
             in
             the
             Net
             of
             crudulity
             .
          
        
         
           
             2
             Woman
             .
          
           
             Right
             it
             does
             so
             ,
             't
             is
             the
             securest
             Cloak
             for
             Vice
             to
             ●●roud
             it
             from
             the
             Eyes
             of
             Men
             that
             ever
             was
             deviz'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             1
             Wom.
             
          
           
             I
             act
             it
             so
             to
             the
             Life
             ,
             that
             many
             veryly
             believe
             me
             really
             honest
             .
             O
             had
             you
             seen
             me
             the
             other
             day
             what
             set
             faces
             I
             made
             ,
             what
             forced
             sighs
             I
             fetch'd
             whilst
             tears
             which
             I
             command
             at
             will
             flow'd
             down
             my
             Cheeks
             ,
             you
             would
             have
             been
             concerned
             to
             see
             how
             the
             unthinking
             People
             pitty'd
             me
             ,
             and
             at
             the
             self
             same
             time
             expressed
             a
             joy
             ,
             that
             they
             had
             gained
             a
             proselite
             so
             truly
             penetential
             .
          
        
         
           
             2
             Wom.
             
          
           
             Knew
             they
             that
             you
             were
             〈…〉
             the
             Streets
             ,
             and
             tread
             the
             paths
             of
             wickedness
             ?
          
        
         
           
             1
             Wom.
             
          
           
             They
             did
             ,
             and
             so
             much
             the
             more
             re●oyced
             that
             they
             had
             drawn
             me
             from
             wickedness
             .
          
        
         
           
             2
             Wom.
             
          
           
             And
             what
             is
             it
             you
             further
             intend
             in
             this
             new
             undertaking
             ?
          
        
         
           
             1
             Wom.
             
          
           
             Why
             ,
             to
             keep
             'em
             still
             in
             ignorance
             ,
             till
             I
             have
             made
             my
             day
             get
             what
             I
             can
             ,
             and
             cured
             the
             scars
             received
             in
             honour
             of
             Venus
             ,
             who
             is
             still
             my
             Loadstar
             ,
             though
             I
             seem
             to
             steer
             an
             o●her
             course
             .
          
        
         
           
             2
             Wom.
             
          
           
             Hypocrisie's
             a
             misterious
             thin●
             ,
             ●
             thing
             to
             dark
             for
             mortal
             Eye
             to
             penetrate
             ,
             〈…〉
             wisely
             managed
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             1
             Wom.
             
          
           
             It
             is
             —
             Ha
             —
             my
             Heart
             misgives
             me
             we
             are
             overheard
             .
             —
             See
             —
             see
             how
             close
             you
             Lurcher
             stands
             .
          
        
         
           
             2
             Wom.
             
          
           
             If
             so
             your
             Interest
             will
             be
             ruined
             .
             But
             see
             they
             come
             up
             nearer
             ,
             set
             a
             good
             face
             on
             't
             ,
             and
             perhaps
             they
             'll
             not
             believe
             their
             Ears
             .
          
        
         
           
             1
             Wom.
             
          
           
             Ay
             —
             ay
             —
             I
             'll
             warrant
             ye
             .
             —
             Ha
             what
             art
             thou
             Man
             with
             the
             burning
             Tapor
             in
             thy
             Hand
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Why
             so
             shy
             ,
             and
             why
             this
             Garb
             of
             Hipocrisie
             still
             ,
             think
             you
             we
             are
             Ignorant
             who
             and
             what
             you
             are
             ,
             and
             that
             we
             overheard
             not
             your
             discourse
             .
          
        
         
           
             2
             Wom.
             
          
           
             I
             say
             thou
             art
             Satan
             yea
             the
             great
             Deceiver
             who
             hast
             broken
             thy
             chain
             ,
             and
             art
             come
             to
             vex
             ,
             yea
             to
             fret
             ,
             yea
             to
             torment
             us
             ,
             therefore
             
               avoid
               ,
               avoid
            
             I
             say
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Come
             pull
             of
             this
             Garb
             of
             Hypocrisy
             and
             deceive
             the
             World
             no
             longer
             .
          
           
             Upon
             which
             I
             further
             beheld
             in
             my
             Dream
             ,
             that
             they
             left
             us
             in
             hast
             ,
             but
             had
             not
             been
             gone
             many
             paces
             ,
             before
             they
             went
             into
             a
             little
             Brandy-Shop
             ,
             to
             refresh
             themselves
             with
             
               a
               Cup
               of
               the
               Creature
            
             ,
             whereupon
             we
             passed
             on
             but
             were
             not
             got
             out
             of
             Feigning-street
             before
             we
             met
             a
             Man
             in
             homely
             attire
             ,
             wonderous
             grave
             ,
             and
             of
             a
             seeming
             honest
             countenance
             ,
             who
             without
             any
             scruple
             came
             up
             with
             us
             ,
             and
             
             demanded
             our
             business
             in
             that
             place
             ?
             We
             told
             him
             we
             were
             in
             search
             of
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             :
             Why
             than
             said
             he
             ,
             as
             for
             Plain-dealing
             you
             need
             not
             search
             any
             further
             ,
             for
             I
             am
             the
             very
             Man.
             Now
             I
             thought
             to
             my self
             our
             Journey
             would
             be
             at
             an
             end
             ,
             for
             if
             we
             found
             one
             ,
             he
             could
             easily
             direct
             us
             to
             the
             other
             ,
             and
             thereupon
             was
             about
             to
             express
             the
             satisfaction
             I
             conceived
             ,
             but
             Discovery
             wink'd
             at
             me
             to
             be
             silent
             ;
             and
             thus
             began
             to
             Dialogue
             with
             him
             .
          
        
         
           
             Discovery
             .
          
           
             Sir
             if
             you
             are
             the
             party
             read
             this
             Credential
             :
             it
             contains
             business
             of
             moment
             ,
             tending
             to
             your
             happiness
             and
             future
             prosperity
             .
          
        
         
           
             Counterfeit
             .
          
           
             Credential
             me
             no
             Credentials
             Friend
             ,
             for
             I
             am
             the
             Man
             I
             tell
             you
             without
             reading
             your
             Credential
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             These
             are
             to
             let
             you
             know
             that
             I
             am
             sent
             to
             you
             from
             Wisdom
             the
             Queen
             of
             Vertues
             ,
             to
             import
             many
             things
             to
             you
             ;
             know
             you
             her
             Seal
             Sir
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Count.
             
          
           
             It
             may
             be
             I
             do
             ,
             or
             it
             may
             be
             I
             do
             not
             :
             But
             what
             is
             your
             business
             with
             me
             now
             I
             am
             found
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             I
             must
             first
             be
             satisfied
             whether
             I
             am
             not
             mistaken
             before
             I
             can
             impart
             any
             Secret
             to
             you
             .
          
        
         
           
             Count.
             
          
           
             Sir
             if
             you
             are
             so
             shy
             I
             care
             for
             none
             
             of
             your
             Secrets
             ,
             yet
             I
             tell
             you
             I
             am
             Plain-dealing
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Where
             is
             your
             Brother
             ?
             how
             faires
             the
             Darling
             of
             Virtue
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Count.
             
          
           
             Sir
             I
             have
             no
             Brother
             ,
             I
             have
             a
             Sister
             indeed
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             How
             Sir
             ,
             is
             not
             Honesty
             your
             Brother
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Count.
             
          
           
             No
             Sir
             ,
             nor
             none
             of
             my
             Acquaintance
             neither
             I
             'le
             assure
             ye
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Than
             you
             are
             an
             Impostor
             Sir
             ,
             that
             have
             assumed
             a
             name
             that
             ne're
             will
             be
             your
             due
             ,
             and
             if
             I
             mistake
             not
             ,
             you
             are
             Counterfeit
             ,
             Brother
             to
             Dissimulation
             ,
             false
             as
             empty
             Clouds
             and
             wandering
             Fire
             .
          
        
         
           
             Count.
             
          
           
             And
             what
             then
             Sir
             ,
             may
             not
             I
             be
             a
             Plain-dealer
             for
             all
             that
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             No
             Sir
             you
             never
             can
             :
             't
             is
             such
             as
             you
             who
             putting
             on
             a
             Garb
             of
             seeming
             Virtue
             ,
             under
             that
             disguise
             act
             such
             villanys
             ,
             as
             make
             the
             truly
             virtuous
             be
             dispis'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             Count.
             
          
           
             Nay
             Friend
             ,
             if
             you
             are
             Angry
             ,
             turn
             the
             Buckle
             of
             your
             Girdle
             behind
             you
             ,
             and
             so
             farewell
             .
          
           
             Now
             I
             saw
             in
             my
             Dream
             he
             flung
             away
             in
             a
             great
             rage
             ,
             and
             we
             kept
             on
             our
             course
             ;
             but
             stumbling
             upon
             Sloath
             that
             lay
             in
             the
             middle
             of
             the
             Street
             ,
             I
             started
             ,
             and
             in
             startling
             
               awake
               &
               beh●ld
               i●
               was
               a
            
             〈◊〉
             ;
             so
             
             lifting
             up
             my
             Eyes
             and
             finding
             my self
             in
             a
             spacious
             Meadow
             ,
             I
             was
             fully
             convinced
             that
             all
             that
             had
             passed
             was
             but
             a
             Dream
             .
             The
             birth
             of
             Imagination
             Midwif'd
             by
             fancy
             ,
             proceeding
             from
             the
             ramblings
             of
             the
             Soul
             ,
             which
             in
             its
             eternal
             Wake
             makes
             strange
             discoveries
             ;
             but
             long
             these
             thoughts
             had
             not
             travers'd
             my
             more
             Capacious
             understanding
             ,
             e're
             sleep
             that
             Emblem
             of
             Death
             courted
             my
             Eye-lids
             afresh
             ,
             and
             in
             his
             carresses
             grasped
             them
             so
             hard
             that
             my
             Sences
             melted
             in
             the
             Arms
             of
             sweet
             Repose
             .
             When
             I
             Dreamed
             and
             beheld
             in
             my
             Dream
             that
             sundry
             Phantasius
             were
             triping
             round
             me
             ,
             representing
             ,
             
               Folly
               ,
               Iealouzie
               ,
               Self-conceit
               ,
               Pride
               ,
               Ambition
               ,
            
             and
             a
             thousand
             such
             like
             Airey
             vanities
             ;
             but
             whilst
             I
             was
             making
             observations
             on
             their
             many
             antick
             shapes
             and
             studdied
             postures
             ,
             the
             Curtain
             was
             drawn
             before
             the
             Queen
             of
             Faryland
             ,
             whose
             Pallace
             is
             called
             the
             Castle
             of
             Delusion
             ,
             a
             strong
             place
             ,
             to
             which
             many
             give
             themselves
             up
             voluntary
             prisoners
             ,
             where
             they
             wander
             from
             Room
             to
             Room
             ;
             lead
             continually
             by
             the
             Spirit
             of
             Vncertainty
             ,
             till
             they
             fall
             into
             the
             Quagmire
             of
             Dispaire
             ,
             and
             there
             they
             are
             lost
             for
             ever
             .
             But
             this
             Sceen
             being
             over
             ,
             and
             it
             clearing
             up
             again
             ,
             ●
             on
             a
             suddain
             found
             my self
             in
             the
             
             place
             were
             before
             I
             left
             of
             the
             search
             ,
             and
             fancyed
             it
             to
             be
             the
             Town
             of
             Vanity
             by
             the
             many
             representations
             that
             tended
             to
             no
             other
             effect
             ;
             scarcely
             had
             these
             thoughts
             took
             place
             ,
             but
             looking
             over
             my
             shoulder
             I
             beheld
             my
             old
             Companion
             Discovery
             ,
             and
             was
             not
             a
             little
             glad
             I
             had
             so
             luckely
             stumbled
             on
             him
             ;
             yet
             had
             not
             time
             to
             vaile
             my
             Bonnet
             and
             pay
             my
             Respects
             ,
             e're
             clapping
             me
             on
             the
             Cheeks
             ,
             he
             whispered
             in
             a
             soft
             tone
             ,
             
               Why
               have
               you
               thus
               unkindly
               absented
               your self
               in
               the
               Dawn
               of
               my
               Progress
               ,
               seeing
               there
               are
               many
               wonders
               in
               the
               Mist
               of
            
             Deceit
             (
             A
             gloomy
             Region
             )
             
               that
               are
               yet
               to
               be
               discovered
               by
               the
               light
               of
               Vnderstanding
               .
            
             I
             blushed
             at
             this
             methought
             ,
             and
             would
             have
             replyed
             ,
             but
             was
             hindered
             by
             the
             unexpected
             approach
             of
             a
             Fellow
             laden
             with
             Mutton-Taffata
             ,
             and
             Calves-Skin
             ;
             at
             first
             I
             supposed
             him
             a
             Knight
             Arrant
             with
             Shield
             in
             his
             Hand
             ,
             but
             afterwards
             found
             him
             a
             Past-board
             bearer
             ;
             his
             Pockets
             ratled
             with
             Gimcracks
             of
             divers
             devices
             ,
             and
             at
             his
             Arse
             hung
             dangling
             a
             Glew-pot
             ,
             and
             a
             Pipkin
             of
             mouldy
             Past
             ,
             many
             Cording
             quires
             with
             much
             Thread
             ;
             and
             on
             the
             Skirt
             of
             his
             Doublet
             stuck
             a
             hafted
             Bodkin
             ,
             with
             long
             Eyed
             Needles
             .
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             wondered
             who
             this
             should
             be
             ,
             once
             I
             
             thought
             it
             might
             be
             Time
             ,
             but
             perceiving
             neither
             Hour-Glass
             nor
             Seith
             ,
             I
             took
             him
             to
             be
             an
             Actor
             in
             some
             Farce
             ,
             who
             thus
             had
             dressed
             himself
             in
             Redicule
             to
             move
             a
             Laughter
             ;
             but
             had
             not
             guest
             ,
             long
             before
             Discovery
             obliged
             him
             to
             make
             a
             full
             stop
             ,
             though
             e're
             he
             could
             be
             steady
             ,
             he
             started
             like
             a
             Huffing
             Hector
             at
             the
             Salute
             of
             a
             Serjeant
             .
             Yet
             recollecting
             himself
             ,
             cryed
             Sir
             your
             Business
             with
             me
             ;
             whereupon
             I
             perceived
             they
             began
             to
             Dialogue
             as
             followeth
             .
          
        
         
           
             Discovery
             .
          
           
             My
             business
             is
             to
             find
             out
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             :
             Can
             you
             direct
             me
             to
             their
             house
             Friend
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Book-b
             .
          
           
             Their
             house
             Sir
             ,
             why
             do
             you
             imagine
             then
             that
             they
             are
             House-keepers
             :
             No
             no
             ,
             never
             conceit
             it
             ,
             for
             I
             remember
             twenty
             Years
             agone
             they
             were
             but
             Lodgers
             in
             our
             Row
             ,
             and
             then
             could
             scarcely
             pay
             their
             Chamber
             rent
             ,
             their
             gettings
             were
             so
             small
             ;
             and
             would
             you
             have
             'em
             House-keepers
             in
             these
             dayes
             ,
             when
             no
             body
             will
             give
             'em
             Porridge
             for
             their
             Labour
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             That
             's
             hard
             ,
             But
             Time
             informed
             me
             ,
             he
             once
             knew
             'em
             in
             a
             flourishing
             condition
             and
             high
             esteem
             .
          
        
         
           
             Book-b
             .
          
           
             Ay
             he
             might
             perhaps
             in
             the
             first
             Age
             of
             the
             World
             ,
             but
             these
             days
             
             are
             past
             ,
             and
             now
             they
             are
             held
             in
             such
             contempt
             ,
             that
             I
             who
             am
             but
             a
             Book-binder
             ,
             scorn
             to
             keep
             'em
             Company
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Then
             it
             seems
             friend
             ,
             that
             you
             can
             give
             me
             no
             directions
             .
          
        
         
           
             Book-b
             .
          
           
             No
             verily
             not
             I
             ,
             they
             were
             hankering
             about
             my
             door
             a
             while
             agone
             ,
             but
             my
             Wife
             lead
             me
             such
             a
             weary
             life
             ,
             till
             I
             had
             sham'd
             'em
             off
             ,
             with
             sham
             Turkey
             ,
             Sheep-skin
             for
             Calf
             ,
             Scabards
             instead
             of
             Past-board
             ,
             Glew
             without
             sowing
             ,
             and
             the
             like
             ,
             you
             would
             not
             think
             it
             .
             As
             for
             Knavery
             ,
             if
             you
             have
             any
             business
             with
             him
             ,
             he
             's
             a
             very
             thriving
             Gentleman
             that
             lives
             hard
             by
             ,
             and
             one
             that
             I
             have
             got
             many
             a
             fair
             pound
             by
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             I
             know
             friend
             as
             well
             as
             you
             how
             to
             find
             the
             man
             you
             mention
             ,
             but
             our
             business
             is
             not
             with
             him
             ,
             and
             so
             good
             by
             to
             you
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             beheld
             we
             passed
             this
             insiped
             thing
             ,
             but
             had
             scarce
             turned
             the
             Corner
             ,
             before
             a
             brisk
             Fellow
             bolted
             out
             of
             a
             dark
             Alley
             ,
             was
             upon
             us
             e're
             we
             was
             aware
             on
             him
             ,
             and
             was
             hung
             round
             with
             Quires
             of
             White
             and
             Brown
             ,
             and
             so
             covered
             with
             Parchment
             ,
             you
             would
             have
             took
             him
             to
             been
             in
             Armour
             ;
             round
             his
             Neck
             hung
             Wax
             and
             Wafers
             ;
             and
             on
             his
             Crown
             Quills
             brustled
             up
             in
             Bundles
             ,
             and
             in
             his
             Hands
             were
             ●onds
             ,
             Indentures
             ,
             
             Releases
             ,
             Tickets
             ,
             Warrants
             ,
             and
             a
             world
             of
             such
             like
             businesses
             ;
             whilst
             his
             Pockets
             strutted
             with
             Sand
             and
             Ink-Bottles
             .
             This
             thought
             I
             must
             be
             a
             Scribe
             ,
             and
             we
             had
             past
             inquirey
             there
             before
             to
             little
             purpose
             ,
             wherefore
             I
             was
             for
             joging
             on
             ;
             but
             Discovery
             catching
             me
             by
             the
             little
             Finger
             ,
             pull'd
             me
             back
             ,
             and
             thus
             made
             his
             address
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Sir.
             there
             are
             a
             pair
             of
             honest
             Fellows
             we
             would
             fain
             find
             out
             ,
             but
             hitherto
             have
             been
             successless
             in
             our
             search
             .
          
        
         
           
             Stationer
             .
          
           
             And
             may
             be
             so
             till
             this
             time
             Fortnight
             for
             ought
             I
             know
             ;
             but
             pray
             who
             are
             they
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             ,
             there
             's
             an
             Estate
             fallen
             to
             'em
             ,
             and
             I
             am
             sent
             to
             give
             'em
             notice
             ,
             that
             they
             may
             return
             and
             take
             possession
             .
          
        
         
           
             Stat.
             
          
           
             An
             Estate
             !
             No
             no
             ,
             I
             can't
             believe
             it
             ,
             unless
             it
             be
             in
             t'other
             World
             ,
             for
             Miracles
             are
             ceased
             in
             this
             :
             But
             howsoever
             be
             it
             as
             it
             will
             ,
             I
             can't
             direct
             you
             ,
             Stationers
             have
             no
             business
             for
             '
             em
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Have
             you
             not
             heard
             of
             him
             of
             late
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Stat.
             
          
           
             Heard
             of
             them
             ,
             yess
             ,
             but
             't
             is
             a
             pretty
             while
             a
             gone
             .
             I
             remember
             when
             I
             first
             set
             up
             ,
             Plain-dealing
             came
             sneaking
             to
             my
             Shop
             in
             a
             Thread-bare
             Coat
             ,
             and
             was
             for
             roosting
             amongst
             my
             stacks
             ;
             but
             ,
             
             taking
             him
             for
             a
             Spye
             ,
             I
             bundled
             him
             up
             and
             sent
             him
             to
             the
             Papermill
             ,
             where
             they
             held
             his
             Nose
             so
             hard
             to
             the
             Grinstone
             ,
             that
             they
             quickly
             obliged
             him
             to
             pack
             up
             his
             Awls
             and
             be
             gone
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Have
             you
             not
             heard
             of
             his
             Brother
             the
             other
             party
             I
             mentioned
             ,
             if
             we
             could
             find
             one
             he
             would
             direct
             us
             to
             the
             other
             .
          
        
         
           
             Stat.
             
          
           
             When
             I
             lived
             with
             my
             Master
             ,
             I
             remember
             I
             heard
             him
             talk
             much
             of
             him
             ,
             but
             do
             not
             remember
             he
             ever
             gave
             him
             a
             visit
             ,
             though
             it
             seems
             he
             had
             been
             there
             formerly
             ,
             as
             one
             more
             bold
             than
             welcom
             ,
             which
             I
             gathered
             from
             his
             discourse
             ,
             for
             he
             often
             railed
             against
             him
             ,
             and
             called
             him
             Names
             for
             the
             pretended
             injury
             he
             had
             done
             him
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             That
             was
             unkind
             ,
             for
             I
             am
             certain
             he
             is
             so
             just
             ,
             that
             he
             would
             not
             offer
             the
             least
             injury
             to
             any
             body
             .
          
        
         
           
             Stat.
             
          
           
             I
             know
             not
             all
             the
             particulars
             ,
             but
             certain
             I
             am
             that
             thus
             he
             would
             rate
             him
             ,
             though
             absent
             .
             A
             Rascal
             ,
             a
             Villain
             ,
             says
             he
             ,
             for
             hindring
             me
             from
             gelding
             the
             Quires
             ,
             and
             pretending
             they
             shrunk
             in
             wetting
             if
             they
             happened
             to
             be
             missed
             ,
             a
             thousand
             Sheets
             cleverly
             gained
             in
             a
             Morning
             will
             buy
             a
             Man
             a
             good
             Breakfast
             ,
             when
             those
             that
             take
             his
             advice
             shall
             be
             
             obliged
             to
             keep
             Lent
             all
             the
             year
             .
             Nay
             ,
             when
             I
             over
             reach'd
             as
             my
             manner
             is
             ,
             and
             made
             felse
             Numbers
             do
             with
             a
             little
             Protestation
             ,
             this
             sawcy
             Iack
             would
             be
             whispring
             the
             lye
             in
             my
             Ear
             ,
             for
             which
             impertinency
             I
             have
             often
             snap'd
             him
             ,
             says
             he
             ,
             as
             if
             I
             would
             a
             bit
             his
             Head
             off
             ,
             and
             cryed
             ,
             what
             then
             you
             Slave
             ,
             can
             a
             Trades-man
             live
             without
             the
             Faculty
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             This
             was
             very
             lately
             sure
             for
             he
             was
             not
             used
             to
             be
             so
             served
             in
             the
             days
             of
             our
             Forefathers
             .
          
        
         
           
             Stat.
             
          
           
             Not
             so
             late
             Sir
             as
             you
             think
             ,
             for
             it
             could
             not
             be
             less
             than
             forty
             years
             agone
             ,
             since
             I
             heard
             him
             tell
             this
             story
             :
             Nay
             further
             told
             me
             he
             was
             the
             very
             Eves
             droper
             to
             Fortune
             ,
             and
             would
             as
             times
             go
             now
             make
             a
             hole
             in
             a
             Mans
             stock
             as
             insensibly
             as
             the
             driping
             rain
             eats
             into
             the
             bowels
             of
             a
             Flint
             ,
             and
             bid
             me
             have
             a
             care
             of
             him
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             you
             took
             the
             Hint
             I
             perceive
             .
          
        
         
           
             Stat.
             
          
           
             Ay
             I
             'll
             warrant
             you
             ,
             and
             so
             has
             many
             younger
             than
             my self
             .
             Alas
             Sir
             !
             I
             have
             a
             Family
             to
             maintain
             out
             of
             hard
             Wax
             and
             other
             Tackling
             ,
             and
             therefore
             let
             People
             talk
             what
             they
             will
             ,
             I
             know
             what
             I
             could
             write
             with
             a
             Pint
             of
             Ink
             ,
             but
             won't
             give
             my self
             the
             trouble
             ,
             and
             so
             fare
             ye
             well
             .
          
           
           
             Now
             I
             perceived
             he
             had
             not
             gone
             far
             before
             he
             slunk
             into
             his
             Officina
             like
             a
             Snail
             into
             a
             Shell
             ,
             and
             we
             past
             on
             to
             an
             other
             quarter
             :
             And
             looking
             in
             at
             the
             Mouth
             of
             an
             entery
             ,
             beheld
             a
             Firey-faced
             fellow
             surrounded
             with
             Glass-Bottles
             ,
             and
             this
             put
             me
             in
             mind
             it
             might
             be
             him
             ,
             who
             (
             as
             the
             old
             Wives
             tale
             has
             it
             )
             girting
             himself
             round
             with
             Dew
             Bottles
             ,
             was
             drawn
             up
             by
             the
             Sun
             into
             the
             World
             in
             the
             Moon
             ,
             but
             found
             my self
             within
             a
             while
             after
             mistaken
             ,
             for
             he
             proved
             to
             be
             a
             Son
             of
             Bacchus
             ,
             and
             was
             too
             much
             delighted
             with
             his
             own
             Terce
             ,
             then
             to
             make
             such
             a
             perilous
             expedition
             ,
             for
             a
             Cup
             of
             Nectar
             ,
             which
             notwithstanding
             the
             Man
             in
             the
             Moon
             Drinks
             Claret
             ,
             for
             ought
             he
             knew
             might
             prove
             a
             Cup
             of
             small
             Beer
             ,
             when
             he
             came
             to
             tast
             it
             ,
             yet
             Discovery
             would
             enter
             this
             place
             ,
             upon
             no
             other
             account
             than
             the
             German
             Proverb
             ,
             
               viz.
               In
               Vino
               veritas
            
             ,
             here
             says
             he
             ,
             or
             no
             where
             we
             may
             stumble
             upon
             directions
             ,
             but
             no
             sooner
             were
             we
             entered
             ,
             but
             our
             Ears
             were
             saluted
             with
             the
             noise
             of
             :
             wellcom
             ,
             wellcom
             Sir.
             Boy
             ,
             boy
             ,
             show
             up
             Stairs
             ,
             and
             the
             confused
             tinckling
             of
             a
             Bell
             ,
             with
             the
             ratling
             of
             Quart
             Pots
             .
             I
             would
             have
             been
             gone
             ,
             as
             imagining
             our
             inquiry
             here
             would
             be
             Fruitless
             ,
             but
             Discovery
             over-perswaded
             
             me
             ,
             and
             I
             stayed
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             beheld
             we
             were
             shewed
             into
             a
             large
             Room
             ,
             hung
             round
             with
             divers
             fancies
             ,
             wherein
             the
             Painter
             had
             been
             very
             exact
             in
             hitting
             the
             humour
             ,
             for
             here
             sat
             one
             a
             spewing
             ,
             there
             another
             bleeding
             with
             his
             Pate
             broke
             ,
             this
             had
             his
             Face
             batterd
             with
             a
             Quart
             Pot
             ,
             an
             other
             his
             Eye
             struck
             out
             with
             a
             Tobacco
             Pipe
             ,
             an
             other
             lay
             decently
             run
             through
             the
             Lungs
             ,
             on
             this
             side
             two
             at
             Logger-heads
             ,
             on
             that
             Bottles
             and
             Pots
             flying
             like
             Hail-stones
             ,
             here
             one
             tearing
             the
             Cards
             ,
             there
             another
             damming
             the
             Dice
             ,
             and
             shaking
             his
             empty
             Purse
             ,
             was
             ready
             to
             tear
             his
             own
             Flesh
             for
             madness
             :
             The
             Cieling
             blushed
             with
             Volleys
             of
             Oaths
             of
             a
             Crimson
             dye
             ,
             that
             spangled
             it
             like
             Primroses
             ,
             and
             on
             the
             Floor
             lay
             scattred
             like
             sedg
             in
             Meadow
             Ditch
             ,
             bundles
             of
             horrid
             imprecations
             .
             These
             things
             confirmed
             my
             first
             opinion
             and
             put
             me
             out
             of
             all
             hopes
             of
             intelligence
             in
             this
             place
             ,
             but
             these
             thoughts
             had
             scarce
             taken
             Air
             ,
             when
             up
             comes
             Firefacies
             and
             Discovery
             ,
             as
             loath
             to
             loose
             any
             time
             ,
             thus
             entered
             into
             Dialogue
             .
          
        
         
           
             Discovery
             .
          
           
             Sir
             have
             you
             not
             a
             down
             right
             Man
             in
             your
             House
             called
             Honesty
             .
          
        
         
           
             Firefacies
             .
          
           
             Not
             as
             I
             know
             off
             Sir
             —
             but
             
             stay
             I
             have
             a
             great
             many
             Guest
             in
             my
             House
             ,
             I
             'll
             bid
             the
             Boy
             inquire
             ,
             though
             I
             do
             not
             remember
             any
             such
             Person
             has
             been
             here
             since
             I
             became
             
               Major
               Domo
            
             —
             No
             Gentlemen
             he
             is
             not
             here
             the
             Boy
             tells
             me
             he
             has
             asked
             in
             every
             Room
             ,
             and
             no
             Body
             knows
             him
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             That
             's
             much
             ,
             pray
             what
             Company
             frequents
             your
             House
             that
             they
             are
             strangers
             to
             him
             .
          
        
         
           
             Firef.
             
          
           
             O
             very
             good
             Company
             ,
             as
             my
             Neighbour
             Luxury
             ,
             my
             young
             Master
             
               Spendthrift
               ,
               Tom
               Gamster
            
             ,
             and
             now
             and
             than
             old
             Mr.
             Vsury
             on
             the
             backside
             yonder
             ;
             especially
             when
             he
             has
             got
             a
             young
             Heir
             in
             his
             clutches
             ,
             that
             will
             not
             sell
             nor
             Mortgage
             without
             the
             elevation
             of
             Bacchus
             .
             —
             As
             for
             this
             Honesty
             if
             I
             mistake
             not
             I
             have
             heard
             something
             on
             him
             ,
             but
             they
             say
             he
             cannot
             abide
             to
             be
             seen
             in
             a
             Tavern
             ,
             and
             besides
             not
             a
             Man
             that
             comes
             to
             my
             House
             ,
             if
             the
             Characters
             I
             have
             heard
             (
             for
             excuse
             me
             Gentlemen
             I
             know
             him
             not
             )
             be
             true
             ,
             but
             would
             avoid
             his
             Company
             .
          
        
         
           
             Discovery
             .
          
           
             Is
             Plain-dealing
             none
             of
             your
             Guest
             neither
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Firefacies
             .
          
           
             How
             Sir
             ,
             Plain-dealing
             —
             ●o
             I
             think
             not
             ;
             why
             he
             's
             a
             stoick
             Philosopher
             ,
             and
             deserves
             to
             be
             confined
             to
             a
             
             Cave
             in
             some
             large
             Wilderness
             ,
             as
             matters
             are
             carried
             in
             this
             Age.
             
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Are
             you
             acquainted
             with
             him
             ,
             is
             he
             your
             Neighbour
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Firef.
             
          
           
             No
             Sir
             ,
             neither
             though
             I
             heard
             Mr.
             Self-Ends
             say
             ,
             he
             once
             lived
             in
             
               Poverty
               Street
            
             :
             Yet
             I
             believe
             the
             Catchpoles
             have
             been
             so
             busie
             about
             beating
             up
             his
             Quarters
             ,
             that
             he
             either
             lies
             concealed
             in
             some
             odd
             Nook
             ,
             or
             else
             is
             removed
             to
             Ierico
             ,
             till
             his
             Beard
             is
             grown
             ,
             that
             he
             him
             return
             in
             disguise
             .
             I
             must
             confess
             I
             had
             once
             some
             small
             Acquaintance
             with
             him
             ,
             which
             he
             relying
             on
             ,
             would
             not
             suffer
             me
             to
             mix
             Water
             with
             my
             Wine
             ,
             use
             Stum
             or
             Lime-Juice
             ,
             no
             nor
             to
             dash
             my
             White-wine
             with
             Sider
             ,
             he
             would
             be
             finding
             fault
             with
             under
             filling
             ,
             &
             little
             Bottles
             ,
             double
             Scoreing
             ,
             and
             putting
             Ale
             into
             my
             Burnt
             Claret
             ;
             when
             at
             any
             time
             I
             furnished
             a
             Christning
             or
             a
             Funeral
             ,
             which
             made
             me
             shake
             my
             Ears
             when
             casting
             up
             my
             Accoumpts
             at
             the
             Years
             end
             .
             I
             sat
             down
             by
             the
             
               Labour
               in
               vain
            
             ,
             nor
             coul'd
             I
             tell
             what
             to
             do
             till
             Mr.
             Knavery
             came
             one
             Morning
             with
             his
             Brother
             Deceit
             ,
             and
             counciled
             me
             to
             forbid
             him
             my
             House
             ,
             or
             I
             should
             never
             be
             worth
             a
             Groat
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             you
             took
             his
             advice
             I
             'le
             〈…〉
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Firef.
             
          
           
             Ay
             marry
             did
             I
             ,
             and
             since
             I
             have
             crept
             up
             amain
             ;
             but
             what
             is
             't
             you
             drink
             Gentlemen
             ,
             I
             hope
             you
             don't
             come
             to
             trouble
             my
             House
             for
             nothing
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             We
             are
             Plain-dealings
             friends
             ,
             our
             business
             is
             with
             him
             if
             he
             had
             been
             here
             ,
             but
             seeing
             he
             is
             not
             ,
             we
             must
             be
             going
             .
          
        
         
           
             Firef.
             
          
           
             Are
             you
             so
             ,
             Plain-dealings
             friends
             say
             you
             :
             Then
             you
             are
             no
             Company
             for
             me
             .
             Welcome
             ,
             welcome
             Gentlemen
             :
             Boy
             shew
             the
             way
             out
             here
             .
          
           
             Now
             as
             we
             were
             going
             out
             ,
             methought
             I
             heard
             him
             say
             ,
             
               
                 Fare●●ell
                 Plain-dealings
                 friends
                 ,
                 I
                 'm
                 glad
                 yo'r
                 gone
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 he
                 had
                 follow'd
                 you
                 ,
                 I
                 'de
                 been
                 undone
                 :
              
               
                 If
                 he
                 in
                 fashion
                 comes
                 ,
                 farewell
                 our
                 Trade
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 Knav'ry
                 't
                 is
                 we
                 only
                 can
                 be
                 made
                 .
              
            
          
           
             By
             this
             time
             I
             perceived
             in
             my
             Dream
             we
             were
             got
             into
             the
             street
             ,
             but
             had
             not
             leisure
             to
             consider
             of
             what
             had
             passed
             ,
             e're
             we
             met
             with
             a
             Matron
             decently
             set
             out
             ,
             and
             as
             Grave
             as
             Penelope
             ;
             this
             thought
             I
             is
             a
             lucky
             hit
             ,
             here
             past
             doubt
             we
             may
             be
             informed
             ,
             and
             Discovery
             at
             the
             first
             blush
             was
             of
             the
             same
             mind
             ;
             wherefore
             he
             proceeded
             to
             put
             the
             Question
             to
             her
             ,
             when
             turning
             up
             her
             Head
             ,
             and
             stareing
             
             him
             wishfully
             in
             the
             Face
             .
             She
             demanded
             what
             time
             of
             the
             Moon
             it
             was
             ,
             which
             odd
             kind
             of
             Question
             made
             him
             smile
             ,
             as
             likewise
             desirous
             to
             know
             the
             reason
             of
             such
             a
             demand
             .
             Why
             said
             she
             ,
             I
             suppos●d
             you
             are
             a
             little
             crack-braind
             ,
             which
             once
             a
             Moon
             puts
             you
             upon
             extravagancies
             ,
             or
             else
             you
             would
             never
             have
             undertaken
             such
             a
             business
             .
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             saith
             she
             —
             No
             Friend
             I
             know
             them
             not
             ,
             and
             so
             goodby
             to
             ye
             .
          
           
             She
             scarce
             had
             left
             us
             ,
             when
             being
             very
             inquisitive
             to
             know
             who
             she
             was
             ,
             Discovery
             informed
             me
             she
             was
             a
             Dealer
             in
             humane
             Flesh
             ,
             and
             that
             for
             the
             better
             colouring
             the
             matter
             ,
             she
             stiled
             her self
             a
             Mid-wife
             ,
             but
             her
             real
             business
             was
             to
             betray
             the
             honour
             of
             silly
             Wenches
             to
             the
             lust
             of
             Bully
             Ruffians
             ,
             to
             supply
             the
             City
             Dames
             with
             what
             they
             wanted
             at
             home
             ,
             to
             furnish
             business
             for
             Love
             ,
             intreagues
             to
             trapan
             young
             Heirs
             into
             a
             Wedlock
             noose
             with
             her
             over
             ridden
             Bona
             Roba's
             ,
             and
             to
             put
             off
             the
             effects
             of
             the
             Ladies
             great
             Bellies
             ,
             who
             have
             been
             tasting
             the
             forbidden
             Fruit
             before
             Hand
             ,
             or
             dispence
             with
             the
             Masters
             familiarity
             with
             his
             Chamber-Maid
             .
             Nay
             ,
             said
             I
             then
             ,
             't
             is
             no
             wonder
             she
             gave
             you
             such
             an
             answer
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             beheld
             that
             by
             
             this
             time
             we
             were
             come
             into
             a
             little
             croo●●ed
             place
             ,
             and
             looking
             about
             ,
             I
             beheld
             a
             〈◊〉
             incompassed
             with
             Pots
             and
             Glasses
             ●owring
             upon
             an
             old
             Legend
             .
             Thought
             〈◊〉
             to
             my self
             this
             must
             needs
             be
             one
             of
             the
             ●●ons
             of
             Hipocrat●s
             ,
             and
             therefore
             should
             be
             ●●ise
             :
             But
             whilst
             I
             was
             thus
             pondering
             ●ith
             my self
             ,
             the
             Question
             was
             asked
             by
             ●y
             Companion
             ,
             and
             the
             discourse
             began
             〈◊〉
             the
             following
             Dialect
             .
          
        
         
           
             Medicine
             .
          
           
             Sir
             for
             what
             reason
             do
             you
             ask
             ●e
             for
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             ,
             but
             let
             〈◊〉
             be
             what
             it
             will
             ,
             I
             can
             assure
             you
             ,
             you
             are
             ●ome
             to
             the
             wrong
             place
             ,
             for
             they
             dwell
             not
             in
             〈◊〉
             Street
             ,
             though
             I
             have
             cause
             to
             remember
             ●●em
             ,
             for
             about
             20
             years
             since
             ,
             I
             lay
             by
             the
             Heels
             allmost
             a
             whole
             Winter
             ,
             for
             harbouring
             ●●em
             in
             my
             House
             ,
             though
             indeed
             it
             was
             my
             ●ives
             doings
             ,
             for
             I
             was
             ever
             averse
             to
             it
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Then
             you
             had
             Sir
             some
             acquain●●nce
             with
             them
             formerly
             .
          
        
         
           
             Med.
             
          
           
             Ay
             Sir
             ,
             sore
             against
             my
             will
             ,
             my
             ●ife
             as
             I
             told
             you
             before
             would
             needs
             per●ade
             me
             to
             it
             ,
             and
             I
             could
             not
             say
             her
             nay
             ,
             〈◊〉
             as
             soon
             as
             she
             poor
             Soul
             march'd
             off
             ,
             I
             ●●on
             got
             shut
             on
             'em
             ,
             she
             indeed
             would
             make
             〈◊〉
             be
             giving
             Medicines
             to
             the
             poor
             ,
             regulate
             〈◊〉
             Bill
             from
             the
             conscionable
             gain
             of
             eleven
             〈◊〉
             in
             the
             shilling
             ,
             to
             three
             pence
             or
             there
             ●●ou●s
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             was
             not
             that
             well
             done
             —
             I
             hope
             you
             take
             the
             same
             measures
             still
             .
          
        
         
           
             Med.
             
          
           
             No
             Sir
             I
             know
             better
             things
             I'd●
             have
             you
             to
             know
             ;
             pish
             !
             Sir
             I
             'd
             have
             you
             to
             understand
             Sir
             ,
             I
             'm
             now
             my
             own
             man
             ,
             and
             those
             sneaking
             fellows
             shall
             never
             have
             any
             thing
             to
             do
             in
             my
             house
             .
             
               Album
               Greeckum●●
            
             shall
             be
             
               Album
               Greeckum
            
             now
             I
             'le
             warrant
             ye
             ;
             every
             Dunghill
             shall
             affoard
             me
             matter●
             of
             support
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             You
             promise
             advice
             for
             nothing
             still
             Sir.
             
          
        
         
           
             Med.
             
          
           
             Ay
             to
             blind
             the
             simple
             :
             No
             no
             ,
             my
             learning
             that
             little
             I
             have
             cost
             me
             some
             money
             ,
             and
             a
             world
             of
             labour
             ;
             and
             I
             thin●●
             it
             is
             but
             reason
             I
             should
             inch
             it
             out
             to
             the
             best
             advantage
             ,
             that
             promise
             is
             only
             to
             decoy
             '
             em
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Yet
             you
             'l
             perform
             your
             promise
             :
             suppose
             a
             miserable
             Wretch
             lies
             in
             distress
             ,
             perhaps
             his
             life
             in
             danger
             ,
             and
             each
             Ditch
             side
             affoards
             the
             Remedy
             you
             knowing
             ,
             would
             you
             not
             let
             him
             know
             it
             too
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Med.
             
          
           
             How
             Sir
             ,
             what
             to
             spoile
             the
             faculty
             ;
             no
             ,
             no
             ,
             by
             no
             means
             :
             and
             to
             be
             plain
             Sir
             ,
             Poor
             as
             they
             were
             ,
             I
             've
             screwed
             out
             many
             ●
             pound
             ,
             for
             Herbs
             I
             gathered
             in
             the
             Garden
             of
             my
             Patient
             :
             Now
             had
             they
             known
             the
             remedy
             ,
             all
             that
             had
             gone
             beside
             my
             Pocket
             ,
             nay
             some
             times
             I
             have
             (
             especially
             where
             I
             found
             the
             
             guilt
             come
             ●lush
             )
             made
             'em
             sick
             and
             well
             as
             I
             have
             found
             occasion
             ,
             keeping
             'em
             on
             the
             Rack
             for
             my
             advantage
             ,
             by
             perpetual
             Physick
             ,
             till
             nature
             weakned
             ,
             and
             the
             powrs
             of
             life
             decay'd
             ,
             they
             en'e
             kick'd
             up
             their
             heels
             ,
             and
             bid
             good
             night
             to
             ye
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             did
             your
             Conscience
             sleep
             the
             while
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Med.
             
          
           
             Ha
             ,
             ha
             ,
             ha
             ,
             Conscience
             quotha
             !
             why
             I
             had
             purged
             her
             Guts
             out
             long
             before
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             this
             is
             a
             transcendant
             wickedness
             .
          
        
         
           
             Med.
             
          
           
             'T
             is
             nothing
             Sir
             ,
             with
             some
             of
             our
             profession
             :
             Wickedness
             !
             that
             's
             a
             good
             one
             :
             Why
             would
             you
             debar
             us
             trying
             practices
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             At
             such
             a
             rate
             ,
             and
             reason
             too
             .
          
        
         
           
             Med.
             
          
           
             Nay
             ,
             nay
             ,
             reason
             me
             no
             reason
             ,
             practice
             is
             practice
             :
             but
             why
             do
             I
             thus
             spend
             my
             Breath
             without
             a
             fee
             ?
             
               Ego
               Medicus
            
             ,
             some
             and
             so
             your
             Servant
             Sir.
             
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             perceived
             he
             withdrew
             himself
             into
             a
             back
             Closet
             ,
             furnished
             with
             more
             poisonous
             druggs
             than
             the
             E●onian●
             Fields
             ;
             wherefore
             not
             thinking
             it
             safe
             to
             stay
             any
             longer
             within
             the
             wind
             of
             him
             ,
             away
             we
             trudged
             ,
             and
             ●hus
             I
             murmured
             to
             my self
             .
          
           
             Art
             is
             indeed
             to
             be
             admir'd
             by
             all
             ,
          
           
             But
             who
             are
             they
             the
             Sons
             of
             Art
             we
             call
             ?
          
           
           
             Why
             those
             that
             make
             a
             Conscience
             of
             a
             Crime
             ,
          
           
             Who
             know
             and
             use
             that
             knowledge
             made
             sublime
          
           
             By
             virtue
             ,
             but
             if
             she
             be
             absent
             then
             ,
          
           
             Art
             is
             not
             Art
             ,
             nor
             those
             that
             use
             it
             men
             .
          
           
             And
             so
             we
             passed
             on
             till
             we
             came
             to
             a
             high
             street
             ,
             where
             we
             beheld
             many
             people
             passing
             ,
             but
             could
             not
             see
             any
             favourers
             of
             our
             friends
             amongst
             the
             crowd
             ,
             that
             we
             thought
             convenient
             to
             put
             the
             Question
             to
             ,
             as
             knowing
             it
             would
             be
             lost
             labour
             ,
             by
             reason
             we
             saw
             
               Envy
               ,
               Pride
               ,
               Hipocricy
               ,
               Dissimulation
               ,
            
             and
             Fraud
             walk
             jig
             by
             jole
             with
             the
             greatest
             part
             of
             them
             ;
             whereupon
             we
             struck
             off
             to
             the
             left
             hand
             ,
             and
             there
             in
             an
             Alley
             found
             a
             man
             a
             Kneading
             ,
             who
             by
             his
             whiteness
             ,
             much
             resembled
             Innocency
             at
             first
             blush
             ;
             but
             it
             seems
             ,
             every
             like
             is
             not
             the
             same
             ,
             though
             here
             we
             resolved
             to
             make
             inquiry
             .
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             perceived
             he
             looked
             about
             him
             ,
             and
             espi●d
             us
             ,
             whom
             he
             supposed
             to
             be
             a
             couple
             of
             sharp
             set
             Fellows
             that
             were
             coming
             to
             leap
             at
             a
             Crust
             .
             But
             this
             consideration
             was
             scarcely
             Midwif'd
             into
             his
             fancy
             ,
             ●s
             the
             issue
             of
             his
             crazy
             brain
             ,
             ere
             we
             asked
             for
             those
             we
             so
             much
             long'd
             to
             find
             ;
             
               viz.
               H●nesty
            
             and
             
               Plain-dealing
               ▪
            
             and
             we
             put
             the
             
             Question
             hard
             ,
             but
             the
             man
             who
             went
             as
             ●
             perceived
             ,
             under
             the
             nomination
             of
             Pinch-poor
             ,
             after
             a
             little
             stamering
             ,
             made
             ●s
             the
             subsequent
             reply
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pinch-poor
             .
          
           
             Gentlemen
             ,
             I
             suppose
             you
             mistake
             the
             place
             ,
             no
             such
             Fellows
             as
             you
             mention
             can
             live
             amongst
             plenty
             of
             Bread
             ,
             there
             is
             no
             Corn
             in
             Egypt
             for
             them
             at
             this
             time
             a
             day
             .
          
        
         
           
             Discovery
             .
          
           
             Did
             you
             know
             them
             friend
             ?
             have
             you
             had
             any
             acquaintance
             with
             either
             of
             them
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Pinch-p
             .
          
           
             No
             ,
             by
             my
             Oven
             Lidd
             Sir
             not
             ●
             :
             I
             acquainted
             with
             them
             !
             Sure
             Sir
             you
             must
             be
             very
             weak
             to
             put
             such
             a
             Question
             to
             a
             Bread-moulder
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Why
             is
             it
             any
             harm
             friend
             to
             know
             them
             ?
             nay
             to
             have
             conversation
             with
             them
             ?
             as
             for
             my
             part
             I
             should
             not
             think
             it
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pinch-p
             .
          
           
             Think
             you
             Sir
             what
             you
             will
             ,
             I
             know
             what
             I
             think
             ,
             and
             beg
             your
             leave
             to
             think
             on
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Do
             you
             think
             any
             harm
             on
             them
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Pinch-p
             .
          
           
             Yess
             by
             my
             Maukin
             do
             I
             ;
             harm
             quotha
             !
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             harm
             enough
             I
             'le
             assure
             〈◊〉
             .
             The
             battery
             of
             500
             rotten
             Eggs
             at
             〈◊〉
             celeberation
             of
             a
             triple
             Exaultation
             would
             be
             more
             welcome
             than
             their
             Com●any
             ,
             for
             they
             handle
             a
             man
             ten
             times
             worse
             ;
             how
             many
             have
             suffered
             for
             having
             
             but
             the
             least
             to
             do
             with
             them
             ,
             and
             Sung
             Lacrime
             on
             the
             wrong
             side
             ,
             a
             Iron
             or
             a
             Wooden
             Grate
             for
             many
             a
             Frosty
             Winter
             ,
             whilst
             their
             Wives
             and
             Children
             were
             obliged
             to
             take
             up
             in
             the
             extreamities
             of
             the
             Region
             of
             Necessity
             ,
             a
             place
             whether
             neither
             Bakers
             nor
             Mealman
             cares
             for
             coming
             ;
             for
             there
             is
             neither
             Corn
             nor
             Wind-mills
             ,
             all
             the
             Inhabitants
             are
             miserable
             poor
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             ought
             to
             be
             relieved
             ,
             ought
             they
             not
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Pinch-p
             .
          
           
             No
             Sir
             I
             think
             not
             ,
             but
             that
             they
             are
             e'ne
             well
             enough
             served
             for
             disdaigning
             to
             follow
             the
             fashion
             of
             the
             World
             ;
             they
             might
             have
             taken
             notice
             by
             my
             false
             Ballances
             puffing
             and
             pinching
             ,
             that
             the
             Region
             of
             defraud
             was
             a
             very
             prosperous
             place
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             but
             those
             that
             associate
             with
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             ,
             ever
             love
             to
             be
             where
             Conscience
             dwells
             ,
             and
             she
             it
             seems
             is
             a
             stranger
             there
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pinch-p
             .
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             and
             we
             are
             mightily
             pleased
             with
             her
             absence
             ,
             for
             did
             not
             we
             set
             Knavery
             on
             the
             Frontires
             ,
             strongly
             to
             Guard
             the
             pass
             between
             the
             Mountains
             of
             Self-interest
             and
             Deceit
             ,
             she
             would
             be
             breaking
             in
             and
             raising
             a
             Huracane
             to
             over●●●●
             our
             great
             Diana
             ,
             the
             very
             Foundation
             of
             our
             profit
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             how
             came
             you
             at
             first
             to
             divorce
             her
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Pinch-p
             .
          
           
             Ha
             ,
             ha
             ,
             ha
             ,
             what
             Ignorance
             you
             express
             ,
             by
             putting
             that
             question
             to
             a
             Baker
             :
             why
             that
             which
             others
             call
             the
             Popes
             Eye
             ,
             we
             call
             the
             Eye
             of
             Conscience
             ,
             and
             seeing
             she
             was
             troublesome
             ,
             we
             blinded
             her
             with
             mouldy
             Meal
             ,
             and
             stuff
             of
             twice
             grown
             Corn
             ,
             and
             then
             before
             she
             had
             leisure
             to
             clear
             her
             Eye
             sight
             ,
             gave
             her
             the
             slip
             ,
             and
             stept
             into
             the
             other
             quarter
             ,
             and
             to
             prevent
             her
             following
             ,
             dam'd
             up
             the
             passage
             with
             great
             lumps
             of
             Dough
             ,
             pinch'd
             from
             the
             good
             Wives
             Loaves
             ,
             which
             kept
             her
             back
             till
             I
             had
             time
             to
             raise
             the
             Fences
             higher
             .
             As
             for
             the
             Gyant
             I
             have
             named
             ,
             he
             is
             maintained
             ●y
             my
             industry
             ,
             to
             Watch
             and
             Ward
             ,
             and
             is
             so
             diligent
             therein
             ,
             that
             I
             live
             more
             and
             more
             in
             security
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             think
             you
             that
             security
             will
             always
             last
             ?
             Know
             you
             not
             there
             is
             a
             Tophet
             hot
             as
             Eternal
             Wrath
             can
             make
             it
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Pinch-p
             .
          
           
             Unless
             you
             mean
             my
             Oven
             Sir
             ,
             I
             understand
             you
             not
             ,
             a
             Tophet
             said
             he
             ,
             that
             's
             a
             ●ramp
             word
             ;
             what
             of
             that
             ,
             is
             it
             a
             place
             to
             Bake
             Loaves
             in
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             'T
             was
             made
             for
             such
             as
             you
             ,
             that
             triumph
             in
             your
             Frauds
             ,
             who
             being
             bundled
             up
             ,
             shall
             there
             be
             turn'd
             into
             everlasting
             Flames
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Pinch-p
             .
          
           
             O
             grievous
             !
             bundled
             up
             said
             he
             :
             why
             Sir
             I
             hope
             you
             don't
             take
             me
             for
             a
             Faggot
             :
             But
             it
             matters
             not
             whether
             you
             do
             or
             not
             ,
             for
             let
             me
             tell
             you
             ,
             d'
             ye
             hear
             Sir
             ,
             I
             have
             been
             so
             much
             used
             to
             poak
             in
             the
             fire
             ,
             that
             the
             flame
             you
             mention
             will
             hardly
             fright
             me
             from
             clubbing
             with
             Deceit
             for
             a
             fine
             Livelyhood
             .
             But
             now
             I
             think
             on
             't
             ,
             while
             I
             stand
             prating
             here
             to
             no
             purpose
             ,
             my
             Batch
             will
             be
             spoiled
             ;
             therefore
             Gentlemen
             ,
             you
             'd
             do
             well
             to
             be
             going
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             perceived
             he
             hasted
             to
             a
             dark
             place
             clouded
             with
             smoak
             ,
             whereupon
             we
             took
             him
             to
             be
             a
             Fellow
             capable
             to
             leven
             the
             whole
             lump
             of
             his
             fraternity
             ,
             〈…〉
             left
             him
             to
             be
             corrected
             by
             the
             Wooden
             Gimcracks
             .
          
           
             But
             we
             had
             not
             gone
             far
             ,
             but
             we
             met
             a
             fin●cal
             Fellow
             with
             a
             Bundle
             under
             his
             Arm
             ,
             and
             perceived
             his
             Pockets
             ratled
             with
             Needles
             ,
             Thimbles
             ,
             Bodkins
             ,
             and
             Sheers
             ,
             so
             that
             at
             first
             I
             took
             him
             for
             a
             Morice-dancer
             with
             Bells
             ,
             but
             he
             proved
             a
             meer
             Hocuspocus
             ,
             a
             Moth
             that
             had
             fretted
             away
             many
             a
             Yard
             of
             Back
             furniture
             ,
             and
             by
             a
             certain
             slight
             of
             hand
             ,
             deceived
             the
             very
             sight
             of
             men
             ;
             here
             thought
             I
             't
             is
             in
             vain
             to
             make
             any
             inquiry
             ,
             wherefore
             I
             stepped
             over
             the
             Channel
             to
             be
             marching
             
             on
             the
             other
             side
             ,
             but
             was
             pul'd
             back
             by
             Discovery
             ,
             who
             was
             not
             willing
             to
             let
             this
             ninth
             part
             of
             Mortality
             ,
             Anglice
             a
             Taylor
             pass
             unquestioned
             ,
             but
             stopped
             him
             with
             the
             following
             demand
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Friend
             know
             you
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             ,
             have
             you
             made
             any
             Garments
             for
             'em
             of
             late
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Taylor
             .
          
           
             Sir
             I
             neither
             know
             them
             nor
             do
             I
             desire
             to
             have
             any
             dealing
             with
             them
             ,
             few
             of
             my
             profession
             have
             occasion
             for
             such
             Customers
             ,
             if
             they
             are
             so
             hard
             to
             be
             pleased
             as
             is
             reported
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             The
             report
             friend
             has
             cast
             you
             into
             an
             Error
             ,
             for
             they
             are
             placable
             ,
             mild
             ,
             Gentle
             and
             easie
             ,
             dealing
             uprightly
             with
             all
             men
             ,
             not
             defrauding
             any
             ,
             but
             rendering
             to
             every
             man
             what
             is
             justly
             his
             due
             .
          
        
         
           
             Tayl.
             
          
           
             Why
             there
             's
             it
             now
             ,
             and
             would
             you
             have
             a
             Taylor
             have
             any
             thing
             to
             do
             with
             them
             ?
             why
             the
             Trade
             would
             be
             undone
             then
             ,
             for
             we
             must
             ●n'e
             give
             over
             planting
             Cabbidges
             in
             Hell
             ,
             no
             slip
             of
             value
             must
             be
             Gentily
             filched
             ,
             nor
             yet
             a
             Remnant
             saved
             .
             The
             report
             cast
             me
             into
             an
             Error
             said
             he
             ,
             no
             ,
             no
             ,
             that
             's
             a
             mistake
             ,
             this
             is
             just
             as
             I
             heard
             it
             ;
             besides
             ,
             although
             I
             am
             but
             a
             Younger
             Brother
             of
             the
             Craft
             ,
             yet
             upon
             what
             I
             have
             heard
             ,
             I
             have
             bidden
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             defiance
             ,
             and
             
             vowed
             to
             make
             perpetual
             War
             with
             them
             ,
             and
             if
             they
             dare
             attempt
             my
             Quarters
             ,
             no
             Louse
             was
             ever
             mauled
             as
             I
             'le
             maule
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             You
             talk
             like
             a
             person
             with
             a
             sick
             fancy
             ,
             is
             your
             Braines
             crazed
             friend
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Tayl.
             
          
           
             No
             I
             think
             not
             ,
             Mr.
             
               Will
               with
               t●e
               Whisp
            
             ,
             but
             it
             would
             make
             a
             man
             mad
             of
             our
             profession
             ,
             especially
             to
             be
             buz'd
             in
             the
             Ears
             with
             your
             Honesty
             or
             Plain-dealing
             ,
             as
             if
             you
             were
             turned
             their
             Advocate
             ,
             and
             went
             about
             to
             perswade
             us
             to
             give
             them
             House
             room
             .
             No
             ,
             no
             ,
             it
             will
             never
             do
             ,
             we
             'l
             have
             no
             spies
             upon
             our
             ways
             and
             actions
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Friend
             ●re
             search
             after
             them
             for
             other
             reasons
             ,
             our
             chief
             design
             is
             to
             find
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
             Tayl.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             and
             search
             you
             may
             till
             Dooms
             day
             for
             ought
             I
             know
             ,
             for
             I
             can
             give
             you
             no
             directions
             :
             no
             Sir
             by
             my
             Goos
             would
             not
             if
             I
             could
             ,
             for
             ●ear
             if
             you
             should
             find
             them
             asleep
             (
             for
             I
             believe
             they
             have
             little
             else
             to
             do
             )
             that
             under
             pretence
             of
             returning
             me
             thanks
             ,
             they
             should
             pay
             me
             a
             visit
             ,
             and
             imbroyle
             my
             affairs
             ,
             by
             curtailing
             my
             Bills
             ,
             sealing
             up
             the
             door
             of
             my
             Cabbidg
             Room
             ,
             and
             '
             twitting
             me
             in
             the
             Teeth
             for
             cutting
             out
             two
             for
             one
             ,
             putting
             in
             Brown-paper
             instead
             of
             Buckerum
             ,
             and
             
             many
             such
             pretty
             devices
             incident
             to
             men
             of
             our
             profession
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             If
             Conscience
             had
             any
             Rule
             in
             you
             ,
             you
             would
             not
             speak
             so
             hardly
             of
             her
             dear
             Companions
             .
          
        
         
           
             Tayl.
             
          
           
             Ha
             ,
             ha
             ,
             ha
             ,
             that
             's
             very
             pritty
             !
             Conscience
             say
             you
             ,
             that
             's
             fine
             indeed
             .
             Why
             who
             ever
             heard
             of
             a
             Taylo●s
             Conscience
             prethee
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Say
             you
             so
             ,
             then
             our
             farther
             inquiry
             as
             to
             any
             directions
             we
             can
             hope
             for
             from
             you
             ,
             may
             be
             spared
             .
          
        
         
           
             Tayl.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             very
             well
             ,
             for
             it
             won't
             availe
             you
             the
             shread
             of
             a
             Garment
             ;
             and
             so
             I
             leave
             you
             to
             consider
             on
             't
             .
          
           
             Upon
             this
             he
             step'd
             into
             a
             blind
             Ale-house
             ,
             tip'd
             off
             his
             penny
             pot
             ,
             snatch'd
             his
             Goose
             out
             of
             the
             fire
             ,
             spit
             upon
             't
             ,
             whip'd
             out
             again
             threaded
             through
             the
             Company
             ,
             and
             jump'd
             upon
             his
             shop-board
             ,
             where
             we
             left
             him
             cross-leg'd
             ,
             and
             suddainly
             turning
             the
             Corner
             ,
             met
             divers
             Married
             Females
             ,
             who
             had
             taken
             leave
             of
             their
             Husbands
             under
             pretence
             of
             visiting
             a
             sick
             friend
             ,
             seeing
             their
             Children
             at
             Nurse
             ,
             taking
             their
             farewell
             of
             some
             pretended
             Aunt
             or
             she
             Couzen
             ,
             who
             was
             Coaching
             it
             into
             the
             Country
             or
             so
             ;
             when
             indeed
             their
             business
             was
             nothing
             less
             ;
             for
             looking
             back
             ,
             we
             saw
             'em
             
             dive
             into
             a
             Tavern
             ,
             where
             their
             Gallants
             attended
             their
             Arrival
             to
             entertain
             them
             with
             Love
             possest
             .
             But
             we
             scarce
             had
             passed
             them
             ,
             when
             we
             stumbled
             upon
             a
             drove
             of
             Painters
             and
             Journeymen
             Shoo-makers
             ,
             who
             came
             Reeling
             at
             a
             rate
             that
             had
             like
             to
             overset
             us
             ,
             but
             bearing
             up
             briskly
             ,
             they
             recoild
             and
             jostling
             together
             ,
             decently
             fell
             ,
             making
             the
             Channel
             for
             that
             time
             their
             Dormitorie
             ;
             so
             taking
             them
             for
             little
             better
             than
             Rubbish
             ,
             we
             left
             them
             to
             fill
             up
             the
             holes
             ,
             and
             passed
             through
             a
             little
             Wicket
             ,
             where
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             perceived
             that
             Envy
             met
             us
             ,
             and
             stood
             in
             the
             way
             to
             hinder
             our
             Progress
             through
             the
             Region
             of
             Truth
             ,
             but
             the
             Light
             of
             Understanding
             struck
             her
             blind
             for
             a
             time
             ,
             which
             gave
             us
             opportunity
             to
             pass
             by
             her
             ,
             which
             we
             did
             with
             as
             much
             speed
             as
             possible
             ,
             to
             avoid
             the
             Hissing
             of
             her
             feeble
             Snakes
             .
             Now
             I
             further
             perceived
             that
             the
             way
             growing
             wider
             ,
             we
             met
             a
             grave
             Fellow
             ,
             who
             resembled
             a
             Philosopher
             ,
             his
             Beard
             was
             as
             long
             as
             
             Cato's
             ,
             and
             his
             Head
             Hoary
             for
             want
             of
             moisture
             ;
             and
             on
             his
             Forehead
             was
             ingraven
             Flattery
             .
             Bless
             me
             thought
             I
             ,
             sure
             this
             man
             must
             be
             wrong
             Named
             ,
             and
             may
             be
             Honesty
             thus
             Branded
             by
             Envy
             ,
             on
             purpose
             to
             deceive
             us
             ,
             and
             render
             our
             Inquiry
             
             fruitless
             .
             Discovery
             at
             the
             first
             was
             of
             the
             same
             opinion
             ,
             and
             resolved
             to
             learn
             it
             from
             himself
             ,
             when
             coming
             up
             and
             clapping
             him
             on
             the
             Shoulder
             ,
             he
             cryed
             
               Halo
               Grandsir
            
             ,
             at
             which
             rough
             salute
             he
             seemed
             to
             be
             offended
             ,
             although
             he
             could
             not
             well
             perceive
             who
             we
             were
             ,
             for
             Age
             had
             made
             him
             dim
             sighted
             .
             When
             thus
             Discovery
             began
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Father
             you
             seem
             to
             be
             a
             Grave
             ,
             Wise
             ,
             and
             Iudicious
             man
             ,
             a
             man
             of
             Elder
             dayes
             ,
             which
             gives
             me
             hopes
             you
             can
             inform
             me
             whether
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             took
             their
             Iourney
             when
             they
             left
             these
             parts
             ,
             or
             are
             they
             ye●
             remaining
             hereabout
             ?
          
           
             Upon
             this
             ,
             methought
             he
             put
             on
             his
             Spectacles
             ,
             and
             peering
             in
             our
             Faces
             for
             a
             while
             ,
             replyed
             .
          
        
         
           
             Flattery
             .
          
           
             Who
             are
             you
             Sir
             ,
             that
             ask
             me
             such
             a
             question
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             One
             that
             fain
             would
             be
             satisfied
             in
             this
             demand
             .
          
        
         
           
             Flatt
             .
          
           
             You
             might
             as
             well
             asked
             me
             for
             the
             Philosophers
             Stone
             or
             a
             Phoenix
             Egg.
             
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Are
             they
             so
             hard
             to
             be
             found
             then
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Flatt
             .
          
           
             Ay
             exceeding
             difficult
             amongst
             men
             of
             my
             profession
             !
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             What
             may
             your
             Profession
             be
             Father
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Flatt
             .
          
           
             Why
             friend
             ,
             some
             call
             me
             a
             
             Merchant
             ,
             some
             a
             Planter
             ;
             but
             indeed
             I
             am
             neither
             ,
             yet
             I
             am
             a
             well
             wisher
             to
             both
             ,
             and
             have
             help'd
             them
             to
             many
             a
             hopeful
             bargain
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             A
             Bargain
             Father
             :
             Of
             what
             ,
             pray
             let
             us
             understand
             a
             little
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Flatt
             .
          
           
             Why
             in
             plain
             terms
             under
             the
             Rose
             ,
             some
             call
             me
             a
             Canibal
             ,
             or
             devourer
             of
             Humane
             Liberty
             ,
             others
             a
             Soul-seller
             ,
             and
             others
             a
             plain
             downright
             Kidnapper
             ,
             though
             most
             imagine
             me
             a
             Merchant
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             A
             very
             fine
             Trade
             ,
             and
             is
             this
             your
             profession
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Flatt
             .
          
           
             Yess
             ,
             yess
             ,
             many
             a
             Father
             have
             I
             〈◊〉
             of
             his
             Children
             ,
             many
             a
             Master
             of
             his
             Servant
             ,
             many
             a
             bribe
             have
             I
             had
             of
             the
             Wife
             to
             ship
             away
             her
             Husband
             ,
             that
             she
             might
             freely
             Revel
             it
             with
             him
             she
             liked
             better
             ;
             as
             often
             has
             been
             my
             gain
             from
             the
             Husband
             to
             rid
             him
             off
             a
             Scolding
             or
             Troublesome
             Wife
             ;
             nay
             Unckles
             have
             ●aum'd
             my
             Fist
             with
             Gold
             to
             send
             away
             their
             Nephews
             ,
             that
             they
             might
             injoy
             their
             Estates
             ,
             of
             which
             they
             were
             lest
             Gaurdians
             .
             O
             many
             a
             Master
             has
             sent
             for
             me
             at
             midnight
             ,
             to
             help
             him
             off
             with
             his
             Chamber-maid
             when
             her
             belly
             began
             to
             ris●
             in
             Rebellion
             ;
             ten
             Guineys
             have
             I
             had
             of
             an
             Apprentice
             in
             a
             morning
             for
             the
             like
             
             service
             ,
             when
             the
             Cook-wenches
             Belly
             grumbled
             .
             And
             all
             this
             was
             done
             under
             the
             umbrage
             of
             their
             straying
             through
             discontent
             ,
             or
             their
             being
             gone
             into
             the
             Country
             to
             visit
             their
             Relations
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             did
             this
             satisfie
             their
             Relations
             ?
             was
             no
             further
             inquiry
             made
             after
             them
             when
             missing
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Flatt
             .
          
           
             Yess
             ,
             perhaps
             they
             might
             ;
             but
             then
             if
             they
             were
             Husbands
             ,
             Wives
             ,
             Servants
             ,
             or
             the
             like
             ,
             we
             had
             got
             a
             trick
             to
             make
             the
             first
             Inquiry
             ,
             by
             publick
             Crying
             them
             ,
             but
             never
             till
             they
             were
             surely
             shop'd
             in
             the
             B●lboes
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             how
             came
             you
             to
             the
             Fingering
             on
             them
             ?
             how
             contrived
             you
             to
             get
             them
             so
             safely
             into
             your
             Clutches
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Flatt
             .
          
           
             Oh
             ,
             many
             wayes
             :
             as
             when
             I
             saw
             a
             Young
             Lad
             stand
             discontented
             ,
             I
             'de
             make
             up
             to
             him
             ,
             and
             ask
             him
             his
             Name
             ,
             place
             of
             Aboad
             ,
             and
             Imployment
             ;
             in
             which
             being
             readily
             satisfied
             ,
             I
             'd
             raile
             against
             the
             cruelty
             of
             his
             Father
             or
             Master
             ,
             telling
             him
             it
             was
             a
             shame
             ,
             and
             that
             they
             were
             punishable
             for
             using
             such
             Rigor
             to
             so
             hopeful
             a
             Youth
             :
             Then
             would
             I
             underfeel
             his
             resolves
             ,
             by
             telling
             him
             of
             much
             pleasure
             and
             plenty
             ,
             and
             by
             what
             means
             he
             might
             possess
             it
             ,
             or
             that
             I
             would
             help
             him
             to
             a
             Master
             ,
             whose
             kindness
             should
             appear
             
             beyond
             expression
             ;
             which
             wrought
             upon
             him
             to
             that
             degree
             ,
             that
             he
             went
             contentedly
             ,
             
               as
               an
               Ox
               to
               the
               Slaughter
               ,
            
             &c.
             
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             met
             you
             with
             none
             that
             were
             rough
             and
             untractable
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Flatt
             .
          
           
             Yes
             many
             ,
             and
             some
             came
             now
             and
             then
             to
             put
             a
             trick
             upon
             me
             ,
             but
             I
             shew'd
             them
             a
             trick
             for
             their
             Learning
             ;
             for
             getting
             them
             to
             the
             brims
             of
             the
             Element
             ,
             where
             I
             had
             a
             little
             tipling
             House
             for
             the
             purpose
             ,
             I
             used
             to
             put
             Opium
             in
             their
             Liquor
             ,
             which
             charming
             their
             Senses
             into
             a
             slumber
             ,
             under
             the
             favour
             of
             that
             opportunity
             ,
             and
             the
             dusk
             of
             the
             Evening
             ,
             I
             clapt
             them
             aboard
             my
             Badger
             ,
             and
             then
             good
             by
             Gaffer
             ,
             they
             saw
             no
             more
             daylight
             till
             they
             found
             themselves
             out
             of
             their
             own
             Country
             ,
             and
             then
             though
             all
             to
             late
             ,
             they
             began
             to
             Ban
             their
             folly
             that
             had
             prompted
             them
             to
             leap
             out
             of
             the
             Frying-pan
             ,
             into
             the
             Fire
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             some
             perhaps
             would
             not
             swallow
             this
             Bait
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Flatt
             .
          
           
             Those
             I
             made
             larger
             offers
             ,
             telling
             them
             I
             was
             indeed
             a
             Merchant
             ,
             and
             had
             whole
             Islands
             of
             my
             own
             ,
             to
             confirm
             which
             I
             had
             ever
             a
             voucher
             at
             my
             Elbow
             .
             Then
             would
             I
             send
             them
             Aboard
             with
             a
             fine
             Key
             a
             token
             to
             secure
             them
             ,
             though
             they
             kn●w
             no
             other
             then
             that
             it
             belong'd
             
             to
             a
             rich
             Cabbin
             ,
             for
             so
             I
             told
             them
             ,
             furnished
             with
             all
             that
             was
             pleasant
             and
             delightful
             ,
             as
             also
             that
             my self
             would
             be
             with
             them
             in
             the
             Evening
             ,
             and
             accompany
             them
             in
             all
             hazards
             ,
             which
             made
             them
             on
             their
             arrival
             ,
             begin
             to
             command
             like
             Emperours
             ,
             but
             their
             courages
             were
             soon
             cool'd
             ,
             for
             the
             Purser
             or
             Boatswain
             under
             pretence
             of
             conducting
             them
             to
             their
             Cabbin
             ,
             pulls
             up
             a
             Trap
             and
             thrust
             them
             head
             and
             shoulders
             into
             dark
             durance
             ,
             where
             they
             found
             a
             Covey
             of
             Fools
             lamenting
             their
             folly
             ,
             and
             the
             Key
             is
             returned
             to
             bait
             for
             other
             Wood-cocks
             .
             As
             for
             the
             Married
             Cattle
             ,
             they
             for
             the
             most
             part
             Trappan
             one
             another
             under
             the
             coaksing
             flatterys
             of
             renewed
             affection
             ,
             having
             always
             one
             of
             us
             at
             hand
             ,
             to
             invite
             the
             party
             to
             a
             splendid
             Entertainment
             near
             the
             River
             ,
             when
             occasionally
             ,
             though
             it
             seemd
             as
             if
             it
             happened
             by
             chance
             ,
             we
             meet
             a
             person
             who
             invites
             us
             Aboard
             ,
             and
             with
             many
             perswasions
             ,
             are
             urged
             to
             induce
             a
             complyance
             ,
             which
             is
             no
             sooner
             done
             ,
             but
             they
             are
             left
             under
             the
             Hatches
             to
             lament
             their
             too
             much
             Cr●dulity
             .
             As
             for
             the
             Wenches
             ,
             they
             are
             troled
             thether
             by
             such
             as
             getting
             some
             small
             acquaintance
             ,
             pretend
             love
             and
             good
             will
             ,
             feigning
             themselves
             to
             be
             Officers
             of
             trust
             and
             command
             ,
             
             and
             by
             that
             means
             they
             work
             upon
             the
             weakness
             of
             such
             Females
             as
             are
             Rampant
             for
             Husbands
             ;
             and
             thus
             have
             I
             gulled
             and
             been
             instrumental
             in
             gulling
             a
             thousand
             :
             Nay
             I
             have
             a
             trick
             of
             binding
             them
             ,
             if
             we
             fear
             a
             search
             will
             be
             made
             ,
             and
             by
             that
             means
             I
             have
             the
             value
             of
             them
             for
             the
             most
             part
             before
             they
             are
             released
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             perceived
             he
             would
             a
             gon
             on
             ,
             
               Ad
               Infinitum
            
             :
             But
             Discovery
             finding
             him
             a
             very
             Knave
             in
             Grain
             ,
             &
             loath
             to
             spend
             any
             more
             time
             to
             no
             purpose
             ,
             we
             left
             him
             in
             a
             fit
             of
             Coughing
             ,
             that
             had
             just
             seized
             him
             ,
             and
             struck
             off
             to
             the
             left
             ;
             yet
             had
             not
             gone
             far
             ,
             but
             up
             comes
             a
             Fellow
             in
             Whiskers
             ,
             Grim
             as
             the
             first
             begotten
             of
             Belzebub
             ,
             with
             Eyes
             stareing
             ,
             Hair
             flareing
             about
             his
             Eare
             ,
             Bloated
             Cheeks
             ,
             and
             a
             Nose
             resembling
             a
             Beacon
             ,
             his
             Belly
             strutted
             ,
             and
             his
             Legs
             were
             of
             the
             largest
             size
             ;
             at
             his
             Wast
             hung
             Keys
             ratling
             in
             Chaines
             ,
             and
             behind
             him
             Hand-Screws
             ,
             Double-Da●bys
             ,
             Cross-bitts
             ,
             and
             the
             like
             ,
             which
             made
             me
             at
             first
             conceit
             him
             to
             be
             one
             of
             the
             Spanish
             Inquisitors
             ,
             for
             on
             his
             Forehead
             in
             large
             Capitals
             I
             perceived
             Oppression
             ,
             and
             fan●yed
             that
             that
             was
             his
             Name
             ,
             and
             though
             I
             was
             unwilling
             to
             have
             any
             discourse
             with
             
             him
             ;
             yet
             Discovery
             would
             needs
             inquire
             something
             ,
             if
             but
             to
             unravel
             the
             Monster
             ,
             who
             bore
             up
             like
             a
             Ship
             under
             Sail
             :
             And
             thus
             I
             fancyed
             they
             began
             their
             discourse
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Have
             you
             a
             Habitation
             in
             these
             parts
             ,
             or
             are
             you
             of
             some
             remoater
             part
             of
             the
             World
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Oppression
             .
          
           
             The
             reason
             before
             I
             give
             my
             answer
             ,
             why
             you
             ask
             I
             would
             gladly
             know
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Truely
             Friend
             ,
             the
             cause
             of
             this
             inquiry
             proceeds
             from
             no
             other
             reason
             ,
             than
             that
             we
             are
             desirous
             to
             be
             informed
             where
             a
             couple
             of
             Persons
             (
             whom
             I
             am
             injoyed
             to
             find
             out
             ,
             and
             in
             whose
             search
             we
             have
             been
             hitherto
             unsuccessful
             )
             reside
             ,
             or
             have
             abiding
             place
             .
          
        
         
           
             Oppress
             .
          
           
             Perhaps
             I
             may
             inform
             you
             ,
             for
             I
             have
             many
             under
             Lock
             and
             Key
             of
             divers
             sorts
             and
             sizes
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Two
             downright
             Men
             they
             are
             ;
             one
             of
             'em
             especially
             ,
             whom
             I
             hear
             to
             be
             gone
             into
             Garments
             of
             〈◊〉
             Kersey
             of
             late
             .
          
        
         
           
             Oppress
             .
          
           
             But
             their
             Names
             Sir
             ,
             have
             you
             not
             their
             Names
             ?
             and
             then
             I
             can
             better
             inform
             you
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             Men
             were
             wont
             to
             call
             'em
             ,
             and
             't
             is
             by
             those
             names
             I
             inquire
             after
             '
             em
             .
          
        
         
           
             Oppress
             .
          
           
             How
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             say
             you
             .
             —
             No
             Sir
             they
             are
             not
             in
             my
             custody
             ,
             
             neither
             do
             I
             remember
             I
             had
             ev●●
             any
             thing
             to
             do
             with
             '
             em
             .
             Nor
             is
             it
             the
             best
             way
             to
             fall
             into
             my
             clutches
             ,
             for
             they
             do
             ,
             I
             'll
             so
             hamper
             them
             ,
             they
             ne●●
             was
             so
             hamperd
             in
             their
             lives
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Would
             your
             Conscience
             serve
             you
             misuse
             Men
             who
             are
             Vertues
             Friends
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Oppress
             .
          
           
             Vertues
             Friends
             ,
             say
             you
             ;
             〈◊〉
             ay
             ,
             to
             chuse
             ,
             for
             I
             am
             her
             Mortal
             foe●
             ▪
             And
             as
             for
             Conscience
             now
             you
             name
             he●
             take
             notice
             that
             she
             's
             lockt
             up
             in
             a
             〈◊〉
             Dungeon
             ,
             shackled
             with
             Extortion
             ,
             Han●●cuff'd
             with
             Bribery
             ,
             Thumb-screw'd
             wit●
             Oppression
             ,
             and
             bound
             Neck
             and
             Hee
             with
             the
             Chains
             of
             cruel
             usage
             ,
             too
             sa●●
             to
             trouble
             me
             ,
             though
             ,
             till
             I
             fo●nd
             th●
             way
             to
             Curb
             her
             ,
             she
             would
             be
             medlin●
             in
             my
             affairs
             ,
             and
             pittying
             those
             I
             unmer●cifully
             beat
             ,
             and
             fed
             with
             Bread
             an●
             Water
             of
             affliction
             ,
             to
             extort
             Money
             〈◊〉
             of
             them
             ,
             those
             I
             kept
             in
             for
             fees
             till
             the
             perished
             ,
             and
             those
             I
             Shipp'd
             off
             at
             Mid●night
             for
             Slaves
             .
             And
             if
             you
             should
             chan●●
             as
             I
             doubt
             it
             ,
             to
             meet
             with
             the
             parti●●
             you
             inquire
             after
             ,
             have
             me
             recommende●
             to
             them
             in
             this
             Dialect
             ,
             and
             warn
             the●
             to
             have
             a
             care
             how
             they
             fall
             into
             m●
             Quarters
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             perceived
             tha●
             this
             dreadful
             Story
             put
             Discovery
             beside
             
             his
             further
             inquiry
             for
             not
             being
             longer
             able
             to
             hear
             such
             a
             cruelty
             mentioned
             ,
             he
             stopped
             his
             Ears
             ,
             and
             made
             hast
             away
             ,
             leaving
             this
             Monster
             of
             a
             Man
             ,
             who
             could
             not
             be
             less
             than
             a
             Mahometan
             to
             trudge
             about
             his
             business
             ,
             yet
             looking
             behind
             me
             ,
             I
             perceived
             him
             enter
             a
             strong
             place
             ,
             made
             of
             the
             Bones
             of
             Mother
             Earth
             ,
             and
             fortified
             with
             Iron
             Ribs
             ,
             through
             which
             distressed
             Mortals
             breath'd
             their
             Lamentations
             ,
             whose
             sad
             condition
             whilst
             I
             was
             condoling
             ,
             my
             Ears
             were
             saluted
             with
             the
             shrieks
             and
             cryes
             of
             a
             Female
             ,
             when
             entring
             the
             next
             Street
             called
             the
             
               Way
               of
               all
               Fles●
            
             ,
             I
             beheld
             a
             mournful
             Spectacle
             which
             sadded
             my
             Heart
             ;
             and
             what
             should
             it
             be
             ,
             but
             the
             Manes
             of
             a
             deceased
             Gentleman
             ,
             whom
             they
             were
             carrying
             to
             his
             long
             home
             ,
             followed
             by
             a
             number
             of
             Mourners
             ,
             who
             in
             a
             manner
             covered
             their
             Faces
             ,
             and
             breath'd
             out
             many
             sighs
             to
             wound
             the
             Air
             ,
             and
             groans
             like
             Peals
             of
             Thunder
             :
             But
             above
             all
             the
             beautyful
             Widdow
             ,
             whom
             Tears
             made
             lovely
             ,
             was
             most
             outragious
             .
             Nor
             as
             I
             then
             perceived
             would
             she
             be
             comforted
             ,
             but
             still
             exclaimed
             of
             her
             hard
             Fortune
             ,
             to
             be
             thus
             deprived
             as
             she
             said
             by
             cruel
             Death
             ,
             and
             her
             ill
             fated
             Stars
             of
             all
             her
             happiness
             on
             Earth
             ,
             just
             in
             the
             Spring-tide
             of
             her
             joys
             .
             O!
             said
             she
             ,
             had
             
             I
             but
             dyed
             to
             follow
             thee
             my
             Love
             ,
             how
             should
             I
             have
             been
             blest
             you
             cruel
             powers
             ▪
             Why
             did
             you
             thus
             divide
             us
             ?
             But
             since
             you
             will
             not
             take
             my
             life
             ,
             I
             'll
             wast
             my
             days
             in
             tears
             and
             groans
             ,
             I
             'll
             banish
             slumber
             from
             my
             Eyes
             ,
             and
             sigh
             away
             my
             Soul
             ,
             no
             food
             shall
             ever
             refresh
             me
             ,
             no●
             the
             melody
             of
             Musique
             wound
             my
             Ear
             ,
             farewel
             all
             joys
             ,
             all
             comforts
             all
             delights
             since
             he
             is
             gone
             to
             whom
             I
             owe
             my
             boundless
             Love
             ,
             never
             ,
             for
             thy
             sake
             ,
             more
             will
             〈◊〉
             renew
             my
             Marriage
             Bed
             ,
             or
             see
             with
             pleasantness
             the
             face
             of
             Man
             ,
             but
             retire
             from
             all
             the
             gawdy
             vanities
             ▪
             till
             Death
             prove●
             kind
             ,
             and
             snatch
             me
             to
             my
             Lord.
             
          
           
             This
             stream
             of
             grief
             ,
             from
             one
             so
             fair
             much
             afflicted
             me
             ,
             and
             methought
             I
             was
             about
             to
             step
             and
             comfort
             her
             ,
             and
             had
             done
             it
             ,
             but
             that
             I
             beheld
             one
             very
             Officious
             in
             that
             undertaking
             .
             By
             this
             time
             we
             came
             to
             the
             Repository
             of
             the
             Dead
             ,
             and
             there
             she
             a
             fresh
             renew'd
             her
             sorrow
             ,
             and
             seem'd
             to
             give
             it
             scope
             ,
             to
             that
             excess
             ,
             that
             her
             Friends
             had
             no
             small
             trouble
             to
             keep
             her
             from
             rushing
             Head-long
             on
             him
             in
             the
             Grave
             .
             O
             part
             us
             not
             ?
             said
             she
             ,
             but
             let
             me
             here
             embrace
             him
             ,
             ever
             cling
             to
             his
             cold
             stiff
             Limbs
             ,
             and
             with
             my
             tears
             imbalm
             his
             senseless
             Clay
             ,
             preserve
             him
             from
             the
             injury
             of
             Time
             ,
             and
             
             drive
             away
             those
             Vermin
             that
             would
             prey
             upon
             my
             Love
             ,
             and
             sport
             with
             helpless
             him
             ,
             in
             whom
             my
             Heart
             is
             center'd
             .
          
           
             By
             this
             time
             I
             beheld
             in
             my
             Dream
             ,
             that
             the
             torrent
             of
             grief
             (
             which
             I
             afterward
             found
             to
             be
             all
             but
             fained
             )
             abated
             ,
             and
             she
             returned
             to
             her
             House
             ,
             whether
             ●e
             followed
             ,
             as
             hoping
             from
             this
             Tra●eck
             Sceen
             of
             woe
             ,
             some
             instructions
             might
             be
             gathered
             :
             But
             we
             no
             sooner
             entered
             ,
             but
             the
             Sceen
             was
             changed
             ,
             for
             standing
             unseen
             ,
             I
             perceived
             all
             had
             left
             her
             ,
             but
             him
             that
             supported
             her
             to
             and
             from
             the
             gloomy
             Cave
             of
             Death
             ,
             and
             he
             it
             seems
             〈◊〉
             undertaken
             to
             comfort
             her
             ,
             not
             without
             her
             own
             desire
             ,
             when
             turning
             up
             her
             ●ail
             ,
             the
             Clouds
             of
             grief
             that
             like
             a
             Win●er
             Night
             ,
             so
             late
             or'espread
             her
             face
             ,
             ●ere
             vanished
             ,
             smiles
             assembled
             in
             their
             ●audy
             Troops
             to
             take
             possession
             ,
             and
             Ro●●e
             blushes
             put
             chill
             pailness
             to
             the
             flight
             ,
             ●hen
             after
             some
             wanton
             toying
             ,
             they
             ●hus
             began
             to
             Dialogue
             .
          
        
         
           
             Insinuation
             .
          
           
             O
             how
             I
             Love
             thee
             !
             My
             ●dmired
             ,
             my
             adored
             Mistriss
             .
             Nay
             ,
             my
             ●appyness
             and
             sole
             delight
             ,
             how
             much
             ●m
             I
             indebted
             to
             thee
             for
             this
             days
             per●ormance
             —
             Come
             let
             me
             imbrace
             my
             joy
             .
          
        
         
           
             Dissimulation
             .
          
           
             Nay
             Sir
             ,
             what
             is
             't
             you
             ●ean
             ?
             —
             O
             ●ie
             .
             —
             Nay
             ,
             nay
             ,
             this
             must
             not
             
             be
             ,
             I
             have
             vow'd
             continency
             .
          
        
         
           
             Insin
             .
          
           
             It
             must
             ,
             my
             happyness
             ,
             for
             you
             I
             stayed
             and
             sigh'd
             ,
             and
             thought
             Death
             long
             delay'd
             thus
             to
             befriend
             me
             :
             But
             since
             he
             has
             proved
             kind
             ,
             come
             be
             not
             nice
             ,
             you
             know
             I
             have
             loved
             you
             long
             ,
             your
             Virgin
             beauties
             when
             unsullyed
             were
             by
             right
             my
             due
             ,
             though
             your
             too
             hasty
             Parents
             snatched
             you
             from
             my
             Armes
             ,
             as
             charmed
             by
             Gold
             to
             give
             you
             to
             an
             other
             .
             But
             now
             since
             fate
             has
             been
             propitious
             and
             removed
             the
             Obstacle
             ,
             I
             court
             afresh
             and
             hope
             to
             find
             you
             plyant
             .
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             Ay
             Sir
             ,
             but
             what
             will
             People
             say
             ,
             when
             they
             perceive
             the
             Storm
             of
             grief
             I
             raised
             so
             soon
             blown
             over
             ?
             Pray
             think
             of
             that
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ins.
             
          
           
             Nothing
             thou
             wonder
             of
             thy
             Sex
             ,
             but
             that
             the
             minds
             of
             Woman
             varey
             ,
             and
             are
             subject
             to
             change
             ,
             and
             so
             they
             do
             of
             all
             thy
             Sex.
             
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             But
             by
             that
             means
             I
             shall
             incur
             reproach
             and
             infamy
             .
             —
             Could
             I
             but
             avoid
             that
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ins.
             
          
           
             Infamy
             and
             reproach
             ,
             never
             fear
             it
             ,
             I
             'll
             protect
             you
             from
             the
             malice
             of
             blasting
             Tongues
             ,
             those
             Tongues
             that
             blot
             the
             brightest
             Vertue
             ,
             shall
             not
             have
             power
             to
             fix
             a
             stain
             on
             you
             .
             Your
             grief
             was
             acted
             to
             the
             life
             .
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             And
             do
             you
             think
             it
             was
             but
             acted
             ,
             
             〈◊〉
             not
             real
             ;
             can
             you
             be
             so
             impartial
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ins.
             
          
           
             Come
             thoughts
             are
             free
             my
             Love
             ,
             〈◊〉
             more
             of
             that
             ,
             but
             set
             the
             day
             .
             Live
             〈◊〉
             the
             Living
             ,
             let
             the
             Dead
             rest
             silent
             in
             〈◊〉
             Grave
             .
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             The
             day
             for
             what
             —
             pray
             what
             day
             ,
             〈◊〉
             day
             is
             it
             you
             'd
             have
             me
             set
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ins.
             
          
           
             The
             day
             to
             celebrate
             our
             happy
             ●●tials
             .
             The
             day
             to
             crown
             my
             wishes
             ●●th
             their
             highest
             Aime
             .
             Come
             blush
             〈◊〉
             thus
             ,
             nor
             turn
             away
             your
             lovely
             Face
             ;
             〈◊〉
             ,
             shall
             it
             be
             the
             next
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             I
             know
             not
             what
             to
             say
             :
             he
             was
             my
             ●●sband
             ,
             and
             methinks
             I
             should
             not
             so
             soon
             ●●●get
             him
             ;
             besides
             I
             've
             vow'd
             Continency
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ins.
             
          
           
             O!
             look
             not
             back
             on
             thoughts
             of
             sad●●●s
             ,
             't
             will
             grieve
             his
             shade
             to
             see
             you
             sad
             ,
             ●●en
             he
             is
             happy
             ;
             it
             looks
             like
             envying
             felicitie
             .
             Continency
             no
             more
             of
             that
             ●●●ethee
             .
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             Were
             〈…〉
             a
             little
             too
             soon
             methinks
             ●●uld
             love
             you
             .
             Well
             I
             have
             a
             strugling
             in
             Breast
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ins.
             
          
           
             Come
             loose
             no
             time
             my
             lovely
             fair●●●●●
             ,
             to
             morrow
             night
             shall
             make
             〈◊〉
             for
             all
             the
             faults
             and
             censures
             of
             〈◊〉
             day
             ;
             when
             in
             my
             Arms
             safe
             as
             in
             〈◊〉
             of
             Brass
             ,
             you
             are
             stretched
             at
             ease
             ,
             〈◊〉
             find
             those
             transports
             from
             a
             Vigorous
             〈◊〉
             ,
             that
             will
             charm
             you
             into
             Extasie
             
             melt
             you
             into
             joys
             unspeakable
             ,
             transport
             your
             Soul
             in
             raptures
             ,
             near
             resembling
             those
             above
             ;
             such
             as
             Age
             and
             impotency
             never
             could
             bestow
             :
             No
             Ghost
             no●
             frightful
             shade
             shall
             terrify
             my
             Love.
             
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             Alas
             Sir
             ,
             you
             talk
             of
             strange
             matters
             :
             what
             are
             there
             any
             Ghost
             ?
             indeed
             I
             must
             confess
             I
             have
             heard
             of
             such
             things
             ;
             and
             I
             vow
             now
             you
             put
             me
             in
             mind
             on
             'em
             ,
             I
             sha●●
             be
             afraid
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ins.
             
          
           
             That
             there
             are
             Ghost
             that
             wande●
             round
             the
             Tombs
             ,
             when
             Church-Yard●
             yaun
             ,
             and
             visit
             by
             the
             Midnight
             Gloo●●
             their
             frighted
             and
             amazed
             Friends
             〈◊〉
             Learned
             Authors
             in
             all
             Ages
             do
             affirm
             .
          
        
         
           
             Diss.
             
          
           
             O
             Lamentable
             !
             if
             it
             be
             so
             ,
             pardon
             my
             blushes
             ,
             I
             must
             intreat
             you
             as
             a
             friend
             to
             stay
             all
             night
             and
             watch
             me
             ,
             and
             to
             morrow
             〈◊〉
             cast
             my self
             into
             your
             Arms
             ;
             for
             indeed
             now
             you
             have
             put
             this
             into
             my
             head
             ,
             I
             dare
             not
             ly●
             alone
             ;
             but
             I
             hope
             you
             'l
             use
             me
             kindly
             ,
             and
             never
             twit
             me
             in
             the
             Teeth
             hereafter
             for
             my
             suddain
             yielding
             ,
             ●or
             believe
             me
             ,
             had
             it
             no●
             been
             for
             fear
             of
             lying
             alone
             and
             seeing
             the
             Ghost
             ,
             I
             would
             not
             have
             Married
             ,
             or
             at
             least
             not
             this
             Fortnight
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ins.
             
          
           
             Fear
             nothing
             my
             delight
             ,
             I
             'le
             eve●
             be
             obedient
             to
             your
             will.
             Ha!
             ha
             !
             she●
             won
             already
             :
             O!
             the
             fickle
             state
             of
             〈◊〉
             man
             kind
             ;
             but
             no
             more
             on
             't
             ,
             least
             〈◊〉
             the
             sport
             .
          
           
             
             
               To
               her
               .
            
             
               Death
               has
               been
               kind
               ,
               and
               you
               as
               kind
               as
               he
               ,
            
             
               Let
               's
               hence
               my
               lovely
               Widdow
               ,
               but
               that
               Name
            
             
               No
               longer
               than
               the
               Morning
               dawn
               shall
               be
               ,
            
             
               Then
               it
               shall
               vanish
               in
               Loves
               Lambent
               flame
               .
            
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             perceived
             they
             retired
             into
             a
             Chamber
             richly
             hung
             ,
             where
             stood
             a
             stately
             Alcove
             imbroidered
             with
             Gold
             ,
             the
             soft
             recumbancy
             of
             Love
             ,
             and
             there
             we
             le●t
             them
             ,
             as
             not
             imagining
             ,
             where
             so
             much
             dissimulation
             and
             wickedness
             dwelt
             ;
             our
             inquiry
             would
             be
             available
             .
          
           
             We
             were
             no
             sooner
             in
             the
             Street
             ,
             but
             we
             stumbled
             upon
             a
             plain
             Country
             Fellow
             in
             a
             gray
             ho●●espun
             Coat
             ,
             a
             Girdle
             near
             as
             big
             as
             a
             Horse-collar
             about
             his
             Wast
             ,
             and
             a
             steepled
             Crownd
             Hat
             ,
             much
             in
             fashion
             in
             the
             days
             of
             Queen
             Dick
             ,
             his
             Shooes
             were
             clouted
             ,
             and
             his
             Stockings
             you
             wou'd
             have
             taken
             for
             Roman
             Buskins
             .
             At
             sight
             of
             this
             Man
             my
             heart
             began
             to
             leap
             ,
             for
             thought
             I
             ,
             this
             must
             be
             Plain-dealing
             ,
             or
             ●he
             Devil's
             in
             't
             :
             Which
             Discovery
             perceiving
             ,
             smild
             ,
             and
             nodded
             his
             Head
             ,
             when
             ●●●rching
             up
             towards
             him
             ,
             and
             running
             
             his
             Candle
             almost
             into
             his
             Beard
             ,
             which
             made
             him
             start
             ;
             he
             cryed
             ,
             wot
             won
             you●
             bren
             a
             mon
             :
             And
             with
             that
             pulling
             hi●
             Hat
             out
             of
             his
             Eyes
             ,
             I
             perceived
             Ignoranc●
             on
             his
             forehead
             ,
             wherefore
             I
             found
             I
             was
             mistaken
             ;
             yet
             Discovery
             tipping
             him
             on
             the
             Elbow
             urged
             him
             to
             discourse
             .
          
        
         
           
             Discovery
             .
          
           
             Friend
             whether
             are
             you
             Travelling
             ?
          
        
         
           
             I●norance
             .
          
           
             Whay
             waud
             whoo
             knaw
             ?
             If
             whoo
             won
             tall
             a
             Body
             ,
             that
             whoo
             will
             tall
             whoo
             whare
             whoo
             dwall
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             I
             suppose
             in
             the
             Country
             Friend
             ,
             but
             it
             matters
             not
             where
             ,
             so
             be
             it
             you
             can
             inform
             us
             where
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             have
             taken
             up
             their
             Quarters
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ign.
             
          
           
             What
             won
             you
             say
             Haunestay
             and
             Pla●●-Daulin
             ,
             thoat's
             whaint
             ?
             No
             marry
             dant
             oy
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             We
             thought
             you
             might
             .
             But
             again
             have
             you
             not
             heard
             of
             '
             em
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ign.
             
          
           
             Oy
             marry
             han
             oy
             ,
             but
             oy
             cou'd
             n'are
             zee
             aum
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             That
             's
             hard
             ,
             I
             thought
             they
             might
             be
             taking
             the
             Air
             in
             the
             Country
             ,
             seeing
             they
             have
             absented
             themselves
             from
             the
             Town
             of
             late
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ign.
             
          
           
             Deer
             zer
             dy
             ,
             oys
             knaw
             nauthing
             on
             aum
             ,
             aw
             oys
             can
             zay
             to
             the
             mauter
             oys
             heard
             ,
             oys
             Vather
             zay
             oance
             they
             
             ●aume
             doan
             an
             liggd
             in
             whoo
             's
             Hause
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             pray
             did
             you
             hear
             how
             he
             entertained
             them
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ign.
             
          
           
             Yeas
             varily
             ,
             whoo
             zay
             whoo
             at
             virst
             waus
             varey
             loffing
             to
             '
             aum
             ,
             but
             whoo
             perceving
             whoo
             waud
             now
             let
             whoo
             remave
             the
             Land-Maurks
             ,
             naw
             ne
             mawe
             a
             zwath
             of
             whoo
             's
             Naughbers
             Grass
             ,
             or
             remave
             his
             zhocks
             a
             Caun
             an
             Haw
             to
             whoo
             's
             awn
             gront
             ,
             naw
             ner
             pauster
             whoo
             's
             Houses
             in
             his
             Naubours
             gront
             ,
             when
             whoo
             waus
             a
             sleap
             ne
             anter
             the
             meausur
             of
             whoo
             's
             Caun
             ,
             and
             manny
             zuch
             Mauters
             ,
             whoo
             won
             ha
             naw
             mawr
             to
             done
             with
             whoo
             ,
             but
             zent
             whoo
             a
             pauking
             ,
             and
             then
             whoo
             done
             aw
             this
             ,
             and
             a
             graut
             dale
             mawr
             as
             well
             as
             whoo
             's
             Naubour's
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             since
             that
             time
             you
             have
             not
             heard
             of
             '
             em
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ign.
             
          
           
             Naw
             ne
             oy
             ,
             moyn
             Vather
             chaurg
             oy
             ,
             on
             whoo
             's
             Bleasing
             that
             oy's
             ha
             nauthing
             to
             done
             wiw
             whoo
             ne
             mawr
             oy's
             ha
             naw
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             r●y
             Dream
             I
             perceived
             Discovery
             grew
             weary
             of
             discoursing
             with
             this
             lump
             of
             mortality
             ,
             and
             therefore
             desired
             him
             since
             he
             could
             give
             no
             better
             account
             to
             be
             jogging
             on
             ,
             when
             after
             three
             or
             four
             scrapes
             ,
             and
             twice
             bussing
             of
             his
             Hand
             he
             left
             us
             .
             But
             as
             if
             Fortune
             had
             on
             purpose
             
             cast
             Blockheads
             in
             our
             way
             ,
             we
             were
             no●
             sixteen
             paces
             ,
             before
             we
             perceived
             a
             slovenly
             Fellow
             come
             toward
             us
             ,
             gnawing
             a
             Custard
             ,
             and
             this
             we
             took
             to
             be
             a
             Pastrey
             Man
             that
             was
             wont
             to
             deal
             in
             Cat-peys
             ,
             but
             it
             proved
             to
             be
             Gluttony
             ,
             whom
             it
             seems
             went
             up
             and
             down
             from
             Morning
             to
             Night
             ,
             devouring
             all
             that
             came
             to
             his
             Fingering
             ,
             and
             so
             we
             let
             him
             pass
             ,
             not
             thinking
             it
             convenient
             to
             trouble
             our
             Heads
             with
             him
             ,
             as
             knowing
             him
             to
             live
             upon
             the
             spoil
             of
             other
             Mens
             Tables
             ,
             and
             the
             decay
             of
             their
             Purses
             ,
             Drunkenness
             followed
             him
             in
             a
             wretched
             condition
             ,
             spewing
             and
             staggering
             all
             the
             way
             ,
             twice
             or
             thrice
             had
             he
             been
             in
             the
             Kennel
             ,
             and
             after
             him
             wallowed
             a
             number
             of
             fatt
             Hostesses
             ,
             calling
             to
             those
             that
             were
             before
             to
             stop
             him
             ,
             but
             he
             still
             staggered
             on
             till
             he
             came
             to
             a
             Prison-Gate
             ,
             where
             giving
             a
             great
             reel
             ,
             he
             burst
             open
             the
             Wicket
             with
             his
             Head
             ,
             when
             his
             Body
             following
             ,
             it
             closed
             upon
             him
             ,
             and
             there
             I
             left
             him
             to
             bethink
             himself
             when
             he
             was
             sober
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             perceived
             Vertue
             hasting
             towards
             us
             half
             naked
             ,
             ●lying
             amain
             ;
             for
             Vice
             with
             whom
             she
             had
             a
             long
             time
             contended
             for
             the
             Mastry
             ,
             had
             it
             seems
             gotten
             the
             Victory
             ,
             and
             was
             in
             pursuit
             
             of
             her
             ,
             she
             looked
             me
             thoughts
             lovely
             and
             gay
             as
             the
             Rosie
             Morn
             ,
             when
             
             Auro●a's
             Gates
             give
             way
             to
             the
             swift
             courser
             of
             the
             Sun
             ,
             who
             gilds
             the
             Eastern
             Clouds
             with
             Purple
             and
             with
             Gold
             ,
             and
             as
             she
             flew
             towards
             the
             Clouds
             ,
             I
             heard
             a
             voice
             from
             the
             Earth
             cry
             after
             her
             ,
             return
             ,
             return
             :
             But
             it
             seems
             she
             had
             been
             so
             badly
             used
             that
             she
             took
             no
             notice
             on
             't
             ,
             but
             kept
             on
             her
             way
             till
             she
             was
             out
             of
             sight
             .
             Whereupon
             I
             began
             to
             consider
             with
             my self
             ,
             that
             although
             Vice
             had
             much
             inlarged
             his
             Borders
             ,
             yet
             I
             could
             not
             conceive
             but
             Vertue
             had
             many
             fair
             Territories
             ,
             and
             made
             some
             thousands
             happy
             with
             her
             smiles
             ,
             doing
             every
             where
             much
             good
             ,
             though
             her
             reward
             was
             for
             the
             most
             part
             slender
             ,
             which
             urged
             me
             to
             believe
             she
             might
             be
             gone
             for
             new
             instructions
             .
             But
             whilst
             these
             meandering
             imaginations
             made
             me
             heavy
             and
             dumpi●h
             ,
             me
             thoughts
             Fornication
             came
             on
             with
             a
             Troop
             of
             sinners
             at
             his
             Heels
             ,
             of
             all
             ages
             and
             Sexes
             ,
             whereat
             bless
             me
             ,
             quoth
             I
             ,
             am
             I
             in
             Sodom
             ,
             and
             thereupon
             starting
             I
             awaked
             ,
             and
             found
             it
             but
             a
             Dream
             .
          
           
             The
             precedent
             imaginations
             ,
             or
             wonderous
             fancys
             making
             a
             deep
             impression
             in
             my
             mind
             .
             I
             lay
             some
             time
             amazed
             at
             what
             had
             past
             ;
             but
             perceiving
             the
             Sun
             
             was
             mounted
             high
             ,
             and
             in
             his
             burning
             course
             &
             smoat
             on
             me
             ,
             rousing
             my self
             an●
             rubbing
             hard
             my
             drowsie
             Eyes
             ,
             after
             a
             Yaun
             or
             two
             &
             stretched
             my self
             ,
             I
             got
             upon
             my
             feet
             ,
             when
             looking
             round
             me
             ,
             I
             perceived
             a
             neighbouring
             Grove
             ,
             which
             at
             a
             distance
             seemed
             so
             pleasant
             ,
             that
             having
             much
             of
             the
             day
             to
             spend
             ,
             theither
             I
             bent
             my
             steps
             ;
             and
             entering
             ,
             was
             delighted
             with
             the
             spreading
             shade
             ,
             which
             canopied
             me
             from
             the
             scorching
             eye
             of
             day
             .
             But
             as
             if
             Fate
             had
             doom'd
             me
             to
             dull
             drousiness
             ,
             my
             Legs
             denyed
             support
             again
             ,
             &
             a
             dissolveing
             quickly
             slew
             through
             every
             part
             ,
             each
             Sinnew
             ,
             Artery
             ,
             and
             Ligument
             grew
             lank
             ;
             when
             finding
             I
             must
             yield
             ,
             down
             I
             cast
             my self
             on
             a
             Mossey
             Banck
             ,
             beneath
             a
             flowrey
             shade
             ,
             whose
             sweets
             defused
             help'd
             Leaden
             handed
             So●●us
             Boughs
             ,
             which
             were
             of
             ●orce
             before
             ,
             to
             make
             the
             boldest
             Mortal
             own
             his
             charms
             .
          
           
             Sleeping
             I
             Dreamed
             ,
             and
             in
             my
             Dream
             beheld
             my self
             just
             in
             the
             state
             I
             was
             before
             ,
             I
             at
             last
             awake
             ,
             and
             Discovery
             was
             at
             my
             right
             hand
             ,
             and
             began
             to
             chide
             me
             for
             deserting
             him
             ;
             but
             had
             not
             time
             to
             utter
             his
             resentments
             ,
             e're
             a
             Grave
             old
             Fellow
             briskly
             bore
             upon
             us
             ,
             wrapt
             up
             in
             Furrs
             and
             Velvet
             ,
             imbroidered
             and
             imbossed
             ,
             his
             Countenance
             was
             oft
             Eclipsed
             with
             
             ●rowns
             on
             his
             Forehead
             ,
             in
             black
             characters
             sat
             Ingratitude
             ,
             one
             hand
             was
             open
             and
             the
             other
             clinch'd
             .
             This
             Man
             thought
             I
             can
             never
             help
             us
             to
             our
             wish
             ,
             and
             therefore
             I
             'de
             a
             let
             him
             pass
             ,
             but
             Discovery
             before
             I
             was
             aware
             ,
             began
             the
             following
             Dialogue
             .
          
        
         
           
             Discovery
             .
          
           
             Sir
             you
             appear
             to
             be
             a
             Person
             of
             no
             small
             Authority
             in
             these
             parts
             ,
             I
             'de
             ask
             you
             a
             few
             Questions
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ingratitude
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             in
             your
             power
             to
             do
             it
             ,
             but
             be
             speedy
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             In
             the
             first
             place
             ,
             Sir
             what
             street
             do
             you
             call
             this
             ,
             for
             I
             'm
             a
             stranger
             in
             this
             place
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ing.
             
          
           
             Men
             call
             it
             
               Self-Love
               Street
            
             ,
             which
             leads
             you
             〈◊〉
             
               Misers
               Row.
            
             
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             I
             fear
             I
             'm
             then
             out
             of
             my
             way
             ,
             I
             am
             upon
             inquiry
             for
             a
             brace
             of
             men
             ,
             and
             fear
             I
             have
             mistook
             the
             Street
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ing.
             
          
           
             You
             know
             their
             Names
             I
             hope
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             ,
             do
             you
             know
             them
             Sir
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ing.
             
          
           
             No
             Sir
             ,
             't
             is
             not
             fit
             I
             should
             :
             I
             never
             so
             much
             as
             heard
             of
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             That
             's
             strange
             in
             one
             arrived
             at
             your
             Maturity
             :
             What
             may
             your
             business
             be
             it
             'h
             World
             ,
             that
             you
             should
             be
             so
             ignorant
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ing.
             
          
           
             My
             Name
             's
             Ingratitude
             ,
             I
             kept
             a
             
             Shop
             the
             other
             day
             ,
             but
             now
             I
             live
             upon
             my
             Means
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Ingratitude
             ,
             why
             that
             's
             a
             hateful
             Name
             ,
             a
             Name
             that
             the
             very
             Heathens
             spit
             at
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ing.
             
          
           
             I
             am
             sorry
             for
             your
             ignorance
             Sir
             ,
             if
             you
             knew
             how
             I
             am
             Courted
             ,
             you
             'd
             be
             of
             another
             Opinion
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             How
             Courted
             when
             so
             old
             and
             withered
             :
             But
             pray
             Sir
             by
             which
             Sex
             is
             it
             ye
             are
             Courted
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ing.
             
          
           
             O!
             by
             both
             Sir
             ,
             my
             Antichambers
             are
             each
             morning
             crouded
             with
             such
             as
             come
             to
             make
             me
             presents
             ,
             and
             congratulate
             my
             welfare
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             'T
             is
             much
             it
             should
             be
             so
             :
             But
             what
             is
             't
             they
             expect
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ing.
             
          
           
             Why
             there
             's
             the
             business
             ,
             they
             seek
             by
             such
             means
             to
             Ingratiate
             themselver
             into
             my
             favour
             ,
             that
             I
             may
             do
             them
             some
             good
             turn
             〈◊〉
             other
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             you
             'l
             do
             't
             ,
             if
             it
             be
             in
             your
             power
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ing.
             
          
           
             I
             flatter
             them
             with
             such
             gaudy
             hopes
             ,
             till
             I
             inrich
             me
             by
             their
             spoils
             ,
             and
             then
             good
             night
             to
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             is
             this
             fair
             ?
             can
             you
             dispench
             with
             this
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ing.
             
          
           
             Ay
             very
             well
             ,
             I
             've
             got
             a
             fair
             Estate
             by
             't
             ,
             and
             Wedded
             many
             a
             Woodcock
             to
             my
             intrest
             .
             
             Who
             for
             the
             good
             turns
             they
             did
             me
             ,
             hoped
             to
             be
             preferred
             ,
             or
             made
             at
             least
             amends
             at
             Vsance
             ▪
             but
             when
             I
             found
             they
             could
             do
             no
             more
             ,
             but
             press'd
             me
             hard
             for
             some
             Retaliation
             ,
             I
             laugh'd
             them
             into
             madness
             ,
             and
             sent
             them
             railing
             from
             my
             door
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             does
             not
             one
             good
             turn
             deserve
             another
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ing.
             
          
           
             Not
             with
             me
             Sir
             ,
             'T
             is
             a
             thing
             I
             understand
             not
             ,
             I
             've
             seen
             those
             starve
             at
             my
             very
             door
             ,
             that
             often
             have
             relieved
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Conscience
             would
             direct
             you
             better
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ing.
             
          
           
             Conscience
             !
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             that
             's
             a
             good
             one
             ;
             let
             me
             alone
             till
             I
             take
             her
             directions
             .
             Nay
             ,
             I
             'le
             warrant
             you
             she
             'l
             never
             trouble
             her
             head
             to
             prescribe
             me
             Rules
             and
             Methods
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             You
             have
             her
             Sir
             I
             hope
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ing.
             
          
           
             No
             Sir
             I
             han't
             ,
             I
             'le
             tell
             you
             that
             ,
             for
             if
             I
             had
             ,
             she
             'd
             ne'r
             so
             tamely
             a
             suffered
             me
             to
             hold
             so
             many
             Persons
             in
             the
             Chain
             of
             Vain-hope
             to
             be
             my
             Heirs
             ,
             whose
             Noses
             I
             intend
             to
             wipe
             when
             I
             have
             drained
             them
             dry
             .
             No
             ,
             no
             Sir
             ,
             I
             have
             stifled
             Conscience
             long
             e're
             this
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             
               As
               how
            
             :
             Pray
             by
             what
             means
             could
             it
             be
             done
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ing.
             
          
           
             By
             turning
             my
             aged
             Father
             out
             of
             Doors
             ,
             when
             out
             of
             Paternal
             Love
             and
             kindness
             to
             promote
             my
             Marriage
             ,
             he
             had
             
             made
             o're
             to
             me
             what
             ever
             was
             his
             ,
             and
             seeing
             him
             without
             a
             sence
             of
             pitty
             beg
             his
             Bread
             ,
             and
             break
             his
             Heart
             with
             grief
             ,
             by
             using
             Artifices
             to
             prove
             a
             Whore
             of
             her
             that
             bore
             me
             decently
             ,
             to
             bar
             her
             of
             her
             Dowrey
             ,
             by
             swearing
             him
             out
             of
             his
             life
             ,
             who
             was
             my
             Faithful
             Friend
             ,
             and
             once
             had
             saved
             mine
             ,
             because
             I
             knew
             that
             he
             had
             layed
             so
             deep
             an
             Obligation
             on
             me
             that
             whilst
             he
             lived
             I
             must
             ever
             have
             made
             acknowledgements
             ,
             and
             therefore
             at
             one
             bold
             stroak
             I
             rid
             my self
             of
             such
             an
             ill
             conveniency
             ,
             and
             if
             from
             these
             you
             gather
             that
             either
             
               Honesty
               ,
               Plain-dealing
            
             ,
             or
             the
             Puny
             thing
             called
             Conscience
             be
             of
             my
             acquaintance
             ,
             I
             'll
             leave
             you
             to
             your
             dear
             mistake
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             I
             am
             confirmed
             they
             are
             not
             ,
             nor
             ever
             dare
             they
             dwell
             with
             such
             impiety
             ;
             and
             least
             your
             breath
             infect
             ,
             or
             putrify
             the
             Air
             to
             shed
             contagion
             on
             me
             ,
             I
             'll
             avoid
             you
             as
             a
             Bazilisk
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             beheld
             that
             Discovery
             hasted
             on
             with
             all
             speed
             ,
             and
             drew
             me
             after
             him
             ,
             leaving
             this
             piece
             of
             inhumanity
             to
             travel
             to
             the
             Regions
             of
             Destruction
             ,
             and
             had
             not
             gone
             far
             ,
             but
             a
             Fellow
             crost
             the
             way
             with
             lofty
             looks
             ,
             and
             often
             stumbled
             as
             I
             perceived
             ,
             because
             his
             Eyes
             w●re
             ever
             elevated
             ,
             his
             Feet
             were
             
             ever
             in
             a
             dancing
             motion
             ,
             touching
             but
             lightly
             the
             detested
             soil
             .
             As
             for
             his
             gaudy
             accou●raments
             ,
             he
             seemed
             a
             walking
             Mercers
             Shop
             ,
             set
             out
             with
             the
             advantages
             of
             every
             other
             Trade
             ,
             that
             usually
             contributes
             to
             promote
             our
             ages
             vanity
             .
             In
             his
             face
             sat
             Youth
             and
             Age
             ,
             his
             countenance
             was
             feminine
             ,
             though
             I
             perceived
             him
             to
             partake
             of
             either
             Sex
             ,
             his
             Pockets
             struted
             with
             Perriwigs
             Powders
             ,
             Patches
             ,
             Paints
             ,
             Washes
             ,
             Pomades
             ,
             and
             a
             thousand
             such
             impertinencies
             ;
             his
             Eyes
             were
             upward
             ,
             and
             therefore
             he
             stumbled
             upon
             us
             before
             he
             was
             awar
             ,
             when
             Pride
             (
             for
             so
             was
             his
             Name
             )
             somewhat
             declining
             from
             his
             stiffer
             State
             ,
             he
             cast
             a
             disdainful
             look
             ,
             and
             asked
             us
             in
             a
             haughty
             manner
             ,
             how
             we
             durst
             oppose
             his
             way
             ,
             but
             little
             minding
             his
             frowns
             Discovery
             began
             to
             sift
             him
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Sir
             ,
             who
             are
             you
             that
             are
             thus
             made
             up
             of
             redicule
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Pride
             .
          
           
             Who
             are
             you
             Sirrah
             ,
             that
             dare
             be
             so
             sawcy
             to
             demand
             such
             a
             question
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             One
             that
             knows
             you
             perhaps
             better
             then
             you
             know
             your self
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pride
             .
          
           
             That
             's
             very
             brave
             indeed
             that
             such
             a
             sneaking
             Fellow
             as
             you
             should
             have
             gained
             such
             knowledge
             .
             What
             you
             are
             some
             Mope
             Eyed
             Light-monger
             ,
             that
             knows
             not
             the
             difference
             between
             
               ●oon
               day
            
             
             and
             Owl-light
             ,
             and
             are
             going
             a
             Lowbelling
             for
             Wood-cocks
             I
             'll
             warrant
             ye
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             If
             so
             Sir
             ,
             I
             doubt
             not
             but
             I
             have
             found
             an
             overgrown
             one
             in
             meeting
             you
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pride
             .
          
           
             How
             dare
             you
             say
             this
             to
             me
             ,
             fly
             my
             anger
             ,
             or
             you
             are
             dead
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Hold
             ,
             hold
             Sir
             ,
             put
             up
             your
             indig●ation
             ,
             and
             let
             us
             parley
             a
             little
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pride
             .
          
           
             Dare
             you
             be
             thus
             impertinent
             to
             me
             ?
             I
             'll
             make
             you
             know
             your
             distance
             Sirrah
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             If
             your
             anger
             is
             over
             Sir
             ,
             I
             would
             ask
             you
             a
             question
             .
             Thus
             low
             I
             beg
             such
             a
             fa●our
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pride
             .
          
           
             O
             do
             you
             so
             !
             well
             you
             may
             go
             on
             ,
             though
             I
             hope
             you
             will
             learn
             more
             manners
             for
             the
             future
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             May
             it
             please
             you
             Sir
             ,
             to
             inform
             me
             where
             I
             may
             find
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pride
             .
          
           
             Impertinent
             Coxcomb
             to
             ask
             me
             such
             a
             question
             .
             No
             Sirrah
             I
             have
             no
             knowledge
             of
             any
             such
             Beggarly
             Fellows
             ,
             my
             conversation
             is
             with
             those
             of
             a
             higher
             〈◊〉
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Ay
             Sir
             ,
             I
             know
             you
             have
             confidence
             enough
             to
             exault
             your self
             above
             your
             betters
             .
             Yet
             Pride
             will
             have
             a
             fall
             ,
             you
             are
             he
             that
             tramples
             upon
             humility
             ,
             and
             dispise
             Vertue
             :
             Nay
             you
             are
             the
             eldest
             born
             of
             Satan
             ,
             that
             
             has
             troubled
             the
             World
             in
             all
             ages
             ,
             one
             that
             threw
             your
             Father
             down
             headlong
             into
             Regions
             of
             eternal
             gloom
             ,
             and
             have
             plung'd
             many
             millions
             after
             him
             ,
             and
             damn'd
             more
             Souls
             than
             Atheism
             and
             Ignorance
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pride
             .
          
           
             Sir
             stop
             there
             ,
             I
             'll
             not
             indure
             this
             ralery
             .
             Know
             your
             distance
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             A
             little
             longer
             you
             must
             .
             Your
             anger
             will
             be
             Bootless
             .
             You
             I
             say
             are
             the
             causes
             of
             Division
             ,
             Emulation
             ,
             Treasons
             ,
             Wars
             and
             Rebellion
             :
             Wherefore
             there
             's
             no
             hopes
             to
             be
             imbet●er●d
             by
             you
             ,
             so
             I
             'll
             keep
             my
             way
             .
          
           
             In
             my
             Dream
             I
             perceived
             this
             Tart
             discourse
             so
             thorrowly
             netled
             Pride
             ,
             that
             swelling
             with
             indignation
             till
             he
             well
             nigh
             burst
             ,
             he
             was
             about
             to
             revenge
             the
             affront
             as
             he
             termed
             it
             ,
             but
             Discovery
             cast
             the
             mist
             of
             Self-conceit
             before
             his
             Eyes
             ,
             which
             so
             dozed
             his
             little
             understanding
             ,
             that
             before
             he
             could
             find
             his
             senses
             ,
             we
             were
             out
             of
             reach
             .
             But
             Fate
             soon
             crost
             us
             by
             casting
             ambi●ion
             in
             our
             way
             ,
             a
             thing
             that
             walks
             on
             Piramides
             ,
             whom
             we
             found
             to
             be
             more
             turbulent
             than
             the
             former
             ,
             for
             his
             discourse
             was
             of
             nothing
             but
             aspiring
             greatness
             ,
             Blood
             and
             Reve●ge
             ,
             grasping
             at
             Crowns
             ,
             Scepters
             ,
             and
             such
             like
             insignes
             of
             Royalty
             :
             Though
             as
             I
             perceived
             he
             was
             made
             up
             of
             nothing
             but
             
               Airy
               imaginations
            
             ,
             corded
             together
             with
             
               insatiable
               
               desire
            
             and
             
               thirst
               of
               Glory
            
             ,
             but
             so
             loosly
             that
             they
             often
             slipt
             ,
             and
             indangered
             his
             falling
             in
             pieces
             ,
             and
             therefore
             not
             finding
             a
             solid
             substance
             ,
             we
             let
             him
             pass
             ,
             when
             close
             at
             his
             Heels
             followed
             Ruine
             and
             Disgrace
             :
             Being
             almost
             out
             of
             hopes
             of
             finding
             any
             Person
             of
             whom
             we
             might
             inquire
             ,
             we
             left
             this
             Street
             ,
             and
             struck
             off
             into
             Humility-Lane
             ,
             where
             we
             had
             yet
             some
             hopes
             of
             retriving
             our
             lost
             labour
             ,
             but
             found
             our selves
             deceived
             ,
             for
             Pride
             and
             Ambition
             it
             seems
             had
             been
             there
             and
             taken
             Hostages
             of
             the
             Inhabitants
             to
             be
             at
             their
             devotion
             ,
             which
             did
             not
             a
             little
             trouble
             me
             ,
             for
             I
             had
             flattered
             my self
             ,
             that
             here
             our
             search
             might
             end
             ;
             but
             whilst
             I
             was
             musing
             on
             many
             things
             ,
             up
             comes
             a
             Fellow
             whom
             I
             afterward
             understood
             to
             be
             Self-conceit
             ,
             and
             it
             seems
             he
             had
             been
             a
             great
             Romancer
             ,
             and
             understood
             something
             of
             Logick
             ,
             he
             appeared
             very
             Airy
             ,
             and
             was
             as
             brisk
             as
             
               Bottled
               Ale
            
             ;
             thought
             I
             to
             my self
             this
             is
             a
             Rambler
             ,
             and
             may
             perhaps
             inform
             us
             of
             more
             then
             we
             are
             awar
             on
             ,
             and
             therefore
             I
             urged
             Discovery
             to
             give
             him
             the
             meeting
             ,
             who
             taking
             the
             hint
             ,
             readyly
             complyed
             and
             fell
             to
             questioning
             him
             .
          
        
         
           
             Discovery
             .
          
           
             Friend
             how
             far
             are
             you
             Travelling
             this
             way
             ?
          
        
         
           
           
             Self-conceit
             .
          
           
             But
             to
             the
             next
             street
             ,
             called
             
               Vanity
               Buildings
            
             ,
             a
             very
             noted
             Pile
             I
             'le
             assure
             ye
             ,
             and
             a
             place
             much
             frequented
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Are
             you
             known
             in
             these
             parts
             Sir
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             Good
             lack
             a
             day
             !
             what
             a
             question
             there
             is
             :
             known
             ,
             yess
             Sir
             ,
             my
             Name
             is
             Self-conceit
             ,
             I
             am
             the
             Eldest
             Son
             of
             Mr.
             Folley
             ,
             descended
             of
             a
             very
             Antient
             Family
             ;
             there
             is
             hardly
             a
             House
             in
             these
             parts
             but
             I
             have
             some
             Relation
             or
             other
             Lives
             in
             it
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Your
             Kindred
             it
             seems
             then
             are
             many
             ,
             and
             have
             spread
             themselves
             wide
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             In
             truth
             you
             are
             in
             the
             right
             on
             't
             ,
             for
             I
             cant
             number
             them
             ,
             though
             when
             I
             see
             any
             of
             them
             ,
             I
             know
             them
             by
             a
             mark
             peculiar
             to
             our
             Tribe
             ;
             that
             is
             ,
             their
             fine
             way
             of
             speaking
             in
             their
             own
             praise
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             Sir
             ,
             to
             let
             that
             pass
             ,
             do
             you
             know
             one
             Goodman
             Honesty
             and
             his
             Brother
             Plain-dealing
             in
             these
             parts
             ,
             are
             they
             any
             of
             your
             Tribe
             pray
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             O
             Hoyty
             Toyty
             !
             Goodman
             Honesty
             ,
             and
             so
             forth
             .
             No
             Sir
             ,
             we
             are
             all
             Masters
             ,
             or
             at
             least
             all
             Good
             men
             :
             Why
             I
             hope
             you
             don't
             take
             this
             for
             a
             Country
             Village
             ?
             No
             ,
             no
             ,
             you
             see
             we
             are
             all
             fine
             Folks
             ,
             we
             have
             neitheir
             Goodman's
             ,
             
             Gaffer's
             ,
             nor
             Gammer's
             amongst
             us
             ,
             I
             thank
             ye
             Sir.
             
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Perhaps
             they
             may
             Sojourn
             here
             about
             for
             a
             night
             or
             two
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             No
             ,
             no
             ,
             I
             can
             assure
             you
             there
             's
             no
             entertainment
             here
             about
             for
             such
             homespun
             Fellows
             ,
             all
             the
             Lodgings
             are
             taken
             up
             by
             great
             Folk
             I
             'le
             assure
             you
             :
             Though
             I
             am
             a
             great
             Shollar
             ,
             and
             a
             Man
             of
             Prodigious
             parts
             ,
             if
             I
             was
             a
             stranger
             ,
             unless
             I
             went
             very
             Gay
             ,
             I
             should
             not
             be
             Entertained
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             That
             's
             much
             :
             But
             a
             great
             Shollar
             say
             you
             !
             are
             you
             a
             great
             Shollar
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             Ay
             marry
             am
             I
             :
             Pray
             Sir
             do
             you
             question
             it
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             No
             Sir
             not
             now
             ,
             but
             I
             am
             glad
             to
             hear
             it
             ,
             for
             it
             may
             prove
             advantagious
             to
             my
             present
             inquiry
             .
          
        
         
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             O
             me
             !
             will
             it
             indeed
             and
             in
             very
             good
             earnest
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Ay
             doubtless
             :
             I
             think
             you
             say
             you
             are
             a
             Gentleman
             and
             a
             great
             Schollar
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             you
             are
             in
             the
             right
             on
             't
             ,
             for
             although
             I
             must
             confess
             my
             Father
             was
             but
             a
             Weaver
             ,
             yet
             I
             think
             my self
             by
             improvement
             as
             good
             as
             the
             best
             ;
             for
             you
             must
             know
             a
             man
             of
             parts
             is
             a
             Gentleman
             ,
             take
             him
             at
             which
             end
             you
             will.
             
          
        
         
           
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Ha!
             then
             you
             are
             the
             Son
             of
             a
             Weaver
             it
             seems
             ,
             but
             only
             you
             are
             refined
             into
             Gentility
             ,
             by
             Learning
             and
             the
             like
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             Yes
             ,
             yes
             ,
             you
             are
             in
             the
             right
             on
             't
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             You
             have
             Read
             many
             Books
             I
             suppose
             ,
             and
             are
             a
             great
             Linguist
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             Very
             good
             ,
             you
             hit
             me
             to
             a
             Hair
             ,
             I
             wonder
             how
             you
             came
             to
             have
             such
             knowledge
             on
             me
             :
             O
             fy
             ,
             how
             I
             under
             value
             my self
             with
             that
             thought
             ,
             for
             who
             can
             imagine
             that
             a
             man
             of
             my
             prodigious
             Parts
             and
             I
             earning
             should
             not
             be
             known
             every
             where
             ;
             why
             't
             is
             such
             as
             I
             that
             find
             Fame
             imployment
             ,
             her
             Wings
             would
             grow
             rough
             ,
             and
             render
             her
             incapable
             of
             flight
             ,
             did
             we
             not
             find
             her
             business
             .
             I
             dont
             know
             any
             think
             to
             the
             contrary
             ,
             but
             my
             Name
             may
             be
             known
             in
             the
             Indies
             by
             this
             time
             ,
             for
             I
             have
             sent
             many
             a
             piece
             of
             Paper
             abroad
             in
             Writing
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             A
             Letter
             or
             so
             perhaps
             about
             Mer●handize
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             No
             ,
             no
             ,
             I
             'le
             assure
             you
             I
             have
             writ
             Love-Letters
             and
             Madrigals
             ,
             the
             finest
             pieces
             of
             Wit
             I
             think
             this
             Age
             can
             ●oast
             off
             :
             nay
             I
             have
             been
             in
             Print
             in
             Fo●●o
             too
             ,
             and
             many
             other
             fine
             things
             I
             'le
             as●●re
             you
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             by
             this
             some
             would
             guess
             you
             
             really
             〈…〉
             you
             pretend
             ,
             a
             great
             Schollar
             .
          
        
         
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ah
             ,
             how
             can
             they
             do
             otherwise
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Well
             Sir
             ,
             to
             grant
             that
             you
             are
             so
             ,
             〈◊〉
             you
             tell
             me
             the
             Mens
             names
             I
             inquire
             for
             in
             Latin
             ,
             an
             odd
             request
             ,
             yet
             you
             may
             do
             me
             a
             ●indness
             in
             it
             ,
             for
             who
             knows
             but
             they
             may
             have
             strained
             them
             to
             that
             pitch
             ,
             the
             better
             to
             〈◊〉
             themselves
             ,
             for
             they
             have
             many
             Enem●es
             I
             can
             assure
             ye
             .
          
        
         
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             In
             Latin
             say
             you
             ,
             let
             me
             see
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             .
             —
             Hum
             ,
             —
             in
             Latin
             say
             you
             ?
             —
             why
             alas
             !
             I
             have
             left
             my
             Dictionary
             at
             home
             .
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             say
             you
             ?
             why
             I
             'le
             vow
             't
             is
             a
             very
             strange
             thing
             I
             should
             be
             so
             dull
             a
             sot
             ,
             as
             not
             to
             have
             it
             in
             my
             mind
             :
             Pish
             it
             makes
             ▪
             me
             scratch
             .
             —
             well
             I
             have
             it
             at
             my
             tongues
             end
             ,
             yet
             truly
             Sir
             I
             must
             beg
             your
             pardon
             ,
             I
             can't
             inform
             you
             at
             present
             ,
             but
             I
             'le
             go
             and
             inquire
             if
             you
             'l
             stay
             a
             little
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             No
             Sir
             it
             needs
             not
             ;
             I
             only
             asked
             to
             underfeel
             your
             Schollarship
             .
          
        
         
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             Underfeel
             me
             Sir
             !
             and
             what
             of
             that
             ?
             Now
             you
             have
             underfelt
             me
             ,
             I
             hope
             you
             take
             me
             for
             a
             Schollar
             don't
             you
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             No
             indeed
             Sir
             I
             don't
             ,
             you
             'd
             Laug●
             〈◊〉
             if
             I
             should
             :
             a
             pretender
             perhaps
             〈…〉
          
        
         
           
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             How
             Sir
             ,
             how
             !
             why
             I
             have
             read
             abundance
             of
             hard
             words
             I
             'le
             assure
             〈◊〉
             ,
             as
             Manus
             and
             Domus
             ,
             and
             the
             like
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Manus
             and
             Domus
             ,
             pray
             Sir
             what
             〈◊〉
             they
             signifie
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             How
             silly
             you
             are
             ,
             what
             do
             they
             signifie
             :
             Why
             they
             signifie
             Manus
             and
             Domus
             ,
             what
             would
             you
             have
             them
             signifie
             else
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             This
             is
             very
             pretty
             :
             but
             have
             they
             〈◊〉
             construction
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             Manus
             and
             Domus
             ,
             that
             's
             their
             construction
             ;
             what
             construction
             would
             you
             have
             them
             have
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Ha
             ,
             Ha
             ,
             Ha.
             
          
        
         
           
             Self-c.
             
          
           
             What
             do
             you
             laugh
             Sir
             ?
             Well
             ,
             well
             ,
             I
             perceive
             by
             my
             great
             Learning
             you
             are
             a
             silly
             Fellow
             ,
             and
             don
             't
             understand
             Emphatical
             pronountiation
             ;
             there
             are
             two
             other
             hard
             words
             for
             ye
             ,
             but
             I
             do
             ill
             to
             spend
             my
             great
             parts
             upon
             one
             of
             such
             little
             sence
             ,
             but
             I
             'le
             keep
             you
             company
             no
             longer
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             perceived
             that
             this
             piece
             of
             impertinence
             put
             us
             into
             a
             ●it
             of
             laughter
             ,
             for
             almost
             a
             quarter
             of
             an
             hour
             ,
             and
             scarcely
             had
             we
             recovered
             our
             ●elves
             ,
             but
             we
             saw
             at
             a
             little
             distance
             
               Chirst
               of
               Vain
               Glory
            
             ,
             Sister
             to
             Ambition
             ,
             ●nd
             round
             about
             her
             danced
             many
             Airy
             
             〈…〉
             as
             fancy
             ,
             imagination
             shades
             ▪
             representing
             Chimerars
             and
             abundance
             of
             seeming
             nothings
             ,
             though
             Delusion
             had
             set
             them
             out
             with
             imaginary
             Guilding
             and
             Painting
             to
             the
             best
             advantage
             ,
             all
             her
             Garments
             were
             filled
             with
             Aire
             ,
             which
             made
             'em
             strut
             like
             a
             Ships
             Sailes
             ,
             swell'd
             with
             Southern
             Blasts
             ;
             but
             we
             had
             seen
             too
             much
             Vanity
             before
             ,
             and
             so
             we
             let
             her
             pass
             with
             these
             remarks
             .
          
           
             Vain-Glory's
             an
             inchantress
             seeming
             fair
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             guilded
             Baits
             ,
             fond
             Mortals
             do
             insnare
             ;
          
           
             But
             strip
             her
             once
             of
             her
             delusive
             Charms
             ,
          
           
             She
             'l
             prove
             a
             Hagg
             ,
             and
             fright
             you
             from
             her
             Arms.
             
          
           
             No
             blossom
             of
             success
             as
             yet
             appearing
             ,
             we
             began
             to
             be
             in
             a
             doubt
             ,
             whether
             we
             should
             pass
             further
             ,
             or
             put
             in
             and
             rest
             us
             ;
             but
             before
             we
             perceive
             him
             ,
             Prodigality
             was
             upon
             us
             ,
             now
             thought
             I
             with
             my self
             ,
             this
             is
             a
             fair
             opportunity
             to
             be
             informed
             what
             kind
             of
             People
             dwell
             in
             Extravagant
             〈◊〉
             ,
             which
             we
             were
             next
             to
             enter
             ;
             but
             〈◊〉
             I
             could
             make
             observations
             upon
             his
             〈◊〉
             Habillaments
             ,
             he
             was
             making
             〈◊〉
             and
             Drakes
             with
             Indian
             Ingots
             ,
             〈…〉
             pleased
             to
             see
             them
             scram●led
             
             for
             ;
             though
             as
             it
             was
             strongly
             guest
             ,
             〈◊〉
             Dadd
             bequeathed
             himself
             to
             Lucifer
             〈◊〉
             help
             him
             to
             'em
             ;
             but
             whilst
             he
             was
             ●●andering
             away
             the
             Old
             mans
             restless
             ●●bour
             ,
             I
             perceived
             divers
             Flatterers
             and
             ●arasites
             ,
             were
             buzing
             stories
             in
             his
             Ears
             ,
             〈◊〉
             whom
             he
             gave
             the
             greatest
             heed
             imaginable
             ,
             as
             being
             much
             delighted
             with
             the
             ●ound
             of
             his
             own
             praise
             ,
             nor
             did
             he
             deny
             ●em
             any
             thing
             they
             asked
             ,
             though
             to
             trill
             him
             on
             ,
             they
             feigned
             a
             modesty
             in
             taking
             〈◊〉
             ;
             now
             Vsery
             stood
             close
             behind
             a
             Tree
             ,
             ●auping
             for
             his
             Estate
             in
             Morgage
             ,
             as
             soon
             as
             all
             the
             ready
             Cash
             was
             melted
             by
             the
             ●eat
             of
             Folly
             ,
             or
             Alembeck'd
             into
             the
             vola●●le
             quintisence
             of
             
               non
               est
               Inventus
            
             ,
             by
             Dr.
             Extravagance
             ,
             but
             whilst
             my
             thoughts
             grew
             big
             with
             expectation
             of
             some
             rare
             discourse
             .
             I
             perceived
             he
             charged
             into
             a
             Tavern
             with
             a
             train
             of
             Spungers
             at
             his
             ●eels
             ,
             where
             a
             fresh
             bit
             of
             live
             Mutton
             was
             ready
             to
             Wellcome
             him
             ,
             who
             by
             her
             ●●rtifices
             ,
             Angled
             so
             deep
             in
             the
             Fish-pond
             of
             his
             Estate
             ,
             that
             she
             cleared
             it
             of
             the
             pre●ent
             Fry
             ,
             and
             obliged
             him
             to
             call
             
               Moun●ieur
               Vsery
            
             to
             recruit
             him
             with
             ready
             ●own
             ,
             when
             straight
             goes
             his
             Fist
             to
             the
             ●heeps-Skins
             ;
             here
             I
             perceived
             he
             Re●ealed
             it
             so
             long
             ,
             that
             after
             a
             second
             Re●ruit
             ,
             he
             was
             in
             the
             hight
             of
             Jolitry
             taken
             
             Captive
             by
             a
             band
             of
             Moabites
             ,
             and
             lead
             into
             the
             Land
             of
             Misfortune
             ,
             wher●
             he
             set
             the
             Organ-pipe
             of
             his
             past
             Folly
             to
             the
             Tune
             of
             
               Fortune
               my
               Foe
            
             ,
             which
             mad●
             me
             run
             upon
             him
             in
             a
             little
             discant
             to
             this
             effect
             .
             
               
                 Crush't
                 by
                 his
                 Folly
                 as
                 his
                 fate
                 deserv'd
                 :
              
               
                 Behold
                 too
                 late
                 repentance
                 allmost
                 starv'd
              
               
                 A
                 grand
                 Destroyer
                 ,
                 who
                 in
                 one
                 years
                 space
              
               
                 Consum'd
                 the
                 labour
                 of
                 his
                 Dads
                 whole
                 Race
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 which
                 he
                 's
                 brought
                 to
                 an
                 unpity'd
                 case
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 evil
                 got
                 is
                 mostly
                 evil
                 spent
                 .
              
               
                 Mammon
                 exacts
                 again
                 what'er
                 he
                 lent
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 gull
                 the
                 Souls
                 that
                 were
                 on
                 lucre
                 bent
                 .
              
            
             I
             would
             have
             proceeded
             but
             was
             disturbed
             by
             a
             Troop
             of
             Deceivers
             packed
             up
             in
             Blankets
             ,
             as
             if
             they
             had
             been
             prohibited
             goods
             ,
             they
             cackled
             strangely
             ,
             and
             therefore
             might
             have
             been
             taken
             for
             wild
             Gees●
             but
             that
             they
             were
             deficient
             in
             Wings
             ▪
             and
             therefore
             alltogether
             uncapable
             o●
             flight
             .
             These
             thought
             I
             have
             been
             in
             many
             Countries
             ,
             and
             although
             they
             be
             bu●
             refuse
             ,
             yet
             they
             may
             be
             capable
             of
             givin●
             us
             some
             intelligence
             ,
             but
             methought
             th●●
             Clacks
             going
             alltogether
             ,
             were
             so
             c●amourous
             ,
             that
             a
             Beavy
             of
             Oster-wenche●
             
             was
             but
             an
             Ass
             to
             'em
             ;
             wherefore
             I
             contriv'd
             how
             I
             might
             single
             one
             out
             to
             speak
             the
             whole
             sense
             of
             the
             rest
             :
             Nor
             was
             it
             long
             '
             er
             I
             found
             the
             opportunity
             ,
             for
             the
             remainder
             staggering
             into
             a
             
               Tippling
               Can
            
             as
             they
             call
             it
             ,
             I
             catcht
             one
             by
             the
             Plad
             ,
             which
             Discovery
             perceiving
             ,
             gives
             him
             a
             full
             turn
             ,
             and
             desired
             his
             better
             acquaintance
             .
             The
             Fellow
             stared
             with
             his
             Mouth
             at
             half
             cock
             ,
             and
             at
             first
             seem'd
             wonderous
             shy
             .
             Halo
             ,
             said
             Discovery
             ,
             why
             so
             agast
             prethee
             ?
             Turn
             up
             thy
             foretop
             and
             know
             me
             better
             ,
             for
             indeed
             his
             Hair
             hung
             much
             in
             his
             Eyes
             ,
             when
             stroaking
             back
             his
             Whiskers
             ,
             he
             whose
             name
             was
             the
             Deceiver
             demanded
             our
             business
             ,
             and
             at
             the
             same
             time
             holding
             out
             his
             fist
             ,
             fell
             to
             pauming
             it
             ,
             emblematically
             expressing
             he
             wanted
             a
             fee
             ;
             but
             Discovery
             as
             if
             he
             understood
             him
             not
             ,
             told
             him
             ,
             his
             business
             was
             to
             inquire
             after
             a
             couple
             of
             Persons
             that
             he
             supposed
             were
             travelling
             a
             Pilgrimage
             ,
             or
             hid
             in
             some
             secret
             place
             ,
             by
             reason
             he
             could
             no
             where
             find
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
             Deceiver
             .
          
           
             Are
             they
             Coves
             of
             the
             Crackmans
             ,
             Cloyers
             of
             the
             Cackelers
             or
             queer
             Coves
             ,
             are
             they
             Strumel
             Morts
             Rum
             Morts
             or
             Coves
             of
             the
             Bouzin-Can
             ▪
          
        
         
           
             Discovery
             .
          
           
             Hey
             day
             Friend
             !
             What
             are
             you
             gotten
             into
             the
             Galley-mausery
             of
             Abumazer
             .
             
             Be
             intelligable
             or
             adieu
             to
             ye
             .
          
        
         
           
             Deceiv
             .
          
           
             Be
             intelligable
             ;
             ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             and
             what
             is
             it
             you
             'd
             have
             me
             intelligence
             about
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Speak
             Friend
             ,
             I
             mean
             as
             you
             may
             be
             understood
             .
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             let
             me
             see
             your
             Fist
             cross
             〈◊〉
             ●ond
             with
             won
             piece
             of
             Silver
             ,
             and
             〈◊〉
             tell
             you
             very
             good
             Fortune
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             A
             Rush
             for
             your
             Fortune-telling
             ,
             is
             〈◊〉
             there
             ●bout
             with
             ye
             ;
             a
             Fortune-teller
             say
             〈◊〉
             ▪
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             me
             be
             very
             good
             Fort●ne-teller
             ,
             in
             very
             good
             deed
             and
             earnest
             ▪
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Can
             you
             Conjure
             Friend
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             No
             ,
             no
             ,
             me
             no
             Conjure
             ,
             though
             me
             am
             not
             altogither
             unacquainted
             with
             the
             Devil
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             I
             believe
             so
             ,
             for
             you
             somewhat
             resemble
             him
             :
             But
             pray
             what
             is
             your
             business
             in
             this
             World
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             my
             business
             be
             very
             much
             〈◊〉
             ye
             ,
             me
             be
             called
             the
             Fortune
             -
             〈◊〉
             ,
             the
             King
             of
             the
             Gipzies
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Ha
             ,
             the
             very
             same
             I
             took
             you
             for
             :
             But
             wethee
             give
             us
             a
             little
             insight
             into
             your
             〈◊〉
             ,
             it
             may
             be
             worth
             hearing
             ,
             and
             〈◊〉
             advantage
             our
             design
             .
             Have
             you
             〈…〉
             progress
             Honesty
             and
             
               Plain
               -
               〈…〉
               after
            
             ?
          
        
         
           
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             That
             be
             a
             very
             fine
             question
             ,
             ve●y
             you
             be
             surely
             mad
             to
             ask
             me
             dat
             ,
             〈◊〉
             who
             am
             the
             veryest
             cheat
             in
             Crea●●on
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Notwithstanding
             you
             may
             have
             ●ard
             of
             'em
             ,
             though
             they
             are
             no
             Company
             for
             〈◊〉
             .
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             and
             me
             have
             cheated
             'em
             of
             〈◊〉
             great
             part
             of
             the
             little
             they
             had
             ,
             many
             ●
             time
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             That
             was
             unkindly
             done
             ,
             but
             prethee
             〈◊〉
             did'st
             compass
             it
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             O
             very
             fine
             !
             For
             me
             having
             tried
             ●any
             experiences
             ,
             undergon
             the
             scourge
             ●●llory
             and
             Huzza
             in
             the
             left
             sist
             ,
             narrow●●
             escaping
             the
             Gibbet
             ;
             and
             being
             too
             ●ublickly
             known
             to
             carry
             on
             any
             further
             ●esign
             without
             a
             Vizor
             or
             the
             like
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             What
             then
             ,
             pray
             how
             managed
             you
             〈◊〉
             after
             game
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             Why
             me
             was
             rambling
             abroad
             〈◊〉
             security
             one
             day
             ,
             and
             getting
             my self
             ●retty
             weary
             when
             night
             had
             made
             the
             ●ields
             black
             ,
             me
             being
             destitute
             and
             sad
             ,
             〈◊〉
             crept
             into
             an
             old
             Barn
             amongst
             the
             ●itter
             ,
             where
             me
             sat
             a
             while
             pensive
             :
             ●ut
             〈◊〉
             long
             before
             me
             was
             besieged
             by
             won
             ●eat
             Troop
             of
             Gablers
             ,
             black
             as
             you
             see
             〈◊〉
             ,
             whom
             at
             the
             blush
             me
             took
             for
             Queen
             ●abb
             and
             her
             Fary
             Elves
             ,
             when
             me
             leap
             
             up
             ,
             as
             being
             afraid
             of
             pinching
             ,
             for
             me
             had
             heard
             to
             much
             of
             that
             before
             ,
             &
             cry'd
             ,
             Haloo
             Morblew
             Willoboo
             Aboo
             Aboo
             ▪
             When
             presently
             they
             thinking
             me
             the
             Devil
             ,
             thro
             down
             their
             Pots
             ,
             Pipkins
             ,
             Bouzing-Cans
             ,
             and
             all
             their
             Furniture
             ,
             and
             betake
             themselves
             to
             run
             so
             fast
             ,
             that
             the
             Coves
             stumble
             over
             the
             Morts
             and
             the
             Morts
             overturn
             the
             Doxies
             ,
             that
             in
             the
             end
             they
             lay
             Hecelde
             Peckelde
             on
             a
             heap
             ▪
             and
             the
             more
             they
             strive
             to
             run
             the
             more
             fear
             doth
             stop
             their
             flight
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             what
             succeeded
             this
             disorder
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             Why
             when
             me
             perceived
             what
             they
             were
             ,
             me
             call
             after
             them
             ,
             and
             cry●
             me
             was
             a
             Man
             ,
             me
             was
             no
             Devil
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             they
             returned
             upon
             this
             ,
             di●
             they
             not
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             and
             finding
             their
             mistake
             we
             all
             retire
             to
             our
             thatched
             Pallace
             where
             striking
             a
             light
             ,
             me
             perceived
             th●
             way
             bestrowed
             with
             the
             spoils
             of
             the
             las●
             days
             gathering
             ;
             as
             Mecelines
             of
             Mamock
             and
             streams
             of
             strong
             Liquors
             ,
             whic●
             made
             them
             all
             lament
             their
             Foolish
             fear
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             what
             insued
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             Much
             Friendship
             ,
             and
             an
             invitation
             to
             accompany
             them
             ,
             when
             I
             had
             tol●
             them
             of
             a
             thousand
             pranks
             I
             had
             play'd
             ▪
             No
             Man
             so
             fit
             (
             they
             gabled
             all
             at
             once
             )
             〈◊〉
             be
             Superiour
             of
             order
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             did
             you
             take
             it
             on
             you
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             Yes
             ,
             and
             to
             make
             my self
             more
             lovely
             in
             their
             Eyes
             ,
             and
             seem
             a
             true
             Egiptian
             rubbed
             my
             Face
             and
             Hands
             with
             a
             Pomander
             made
             of
             Soot
             and
             Bacongrease
             ,
             for
             the
             Green
             Husks
             of
             Wal●ut
             were
             not
             then
             in
             season
             ,
             and
             then
             was
             I
             installed
             with
             great
             applause
             ,
             and
             many
             a
             vain
             Song
             sung
             to
             confirm
             it
             ,
             and
             young
             Rum
             Mort
             ,
             or
             Damzel
             delivered
             me
             to
             use
             as
             I
             thought
             fit
             .
             When
             Morning
             gave
             a
             prospect
             to
             the
             Villages
             ,
             out
             I
             sent
             my
             Troop
             of
             Forragers
             ,
             who
             soon
             returned
             laden
             with
             provision
             ,
             nay
             with
             Sheets
             ,
             Shirts
             ,
             Hens
             ,
             Pigs
             ,
             Geese
             ,
             or
             what
             else
             came
             to
             Hand
             ,
             and
             all
             that
             day
             we
             reveld
             it
             ,
             and
             all
             the
             night
             we
             spent
             in
             soft
             dalliance
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             are
             the
             Villagers
             kind
             to
             such
             a
             strooling
             Tribe
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             and
             deny
             us
             no
             provision
             ,
             least
             with
             horrid
             mutterings
             we
             should
             bewitch
             their
             Cattle
             ,
             or
             raise
             tempests
             to
             overturn
             their
             Barns
             and
             Houses
             ,
             or
             with
             lightning
             flashes
             set
             them
             in
             a
             blaze
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             is
             this
             in
             your
             power
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             No
             I
             think
             not
             ,
             but
             a
             Foolish
             fear
             perswades
             the
             ignorant
             to
             such
             credulity
             .
             Nay
             more
             ,
             they
             fondly
             dream
             what
             ever
             we
             participate
             a
             part
             of
             ,
             all
             the
             rest
             must
             consequently
             follow
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             is
             it
             nothing
             so
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             Not
             in
             the
             least
             ,
             for
             whilst
             we
             doze
             'em
             with
             strange
             things
             ,
             we
             have
             our
             Divers
             ,
             our
             Filers
             of
             the
             cly
             ,
             our
             Tripers
             of
             the
             Dancers
             ,
             Anglers
             ,
             and
             the
             like
             ,
             who
             rob
             their
             Houses
             or
             their
             Persons
             ,
             which
             they
             believe
             to
             be
             by
             power
             of
             inchantation
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             they
             believe
             all
             what
             you
             tell
             'em
             I
             'll
             warrant
             you
             .
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             Yes
             every
             Syllable
             ,
             for
             if
             we
             tell
             but
             true
             once
             in
             a
             hundred
             Guesses
             ,
             and
             that
             perhaps
             we
             gather
             from
             their
             own
             discourse
             ,
             all
             is
             held
             as
             Gospel
             ,
             not
             a
             Syllable
             is
             disbelieved
             ,
             but
             if
             it
             be
             past
             they
             think
             they
             remember
             something
             like
             it
             ,
             or
             perhaps
             flatter
             themselves
             't
             is
             true
             but
             they
             have
             forgot
             it
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Very
             good
             ,
             and
             this
             folly
             is
             predominant
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             Ay
             exceedingly
             .
             But
             to
             let
             that
             slip
             ,
             over
             other
             wayes
             we
             have
             ,
             for
             when
             we
             find
             a
             large
             credulity
             ,
             then
             we
             perswade
             'em
             they
             are
             born
             to
             exceeding
             Fortune
             ,
             and
             if
             we
             find
             'em
             rich
             ,
             pretend
             ●here's
             Treasure
             hid
             in
             the
             House
             ,
             that
             was
             by
             fate
             designed
             them
             near
             a
             hundred
             years
             since
             ;
             this
             sets
             them
             agog
             and
             have
             it
             conjured
             ,
             they
             will
             ,
             and
             we
             must
             be
             the
             People
             ,
             then
             we
             ask
             them
             for
             
             a
             pledg
             ,
             what
             Jewels
             ,
             Plate
             ,
             or
             Linnen
             ,
             &c.
             they
             most
             esteem
             ,
             which
             we
             tell
             them
             is
             to
             be
             given
             in
             Hostage
             to
             the
             powers
             of
             Darkness
             to
             assist
             us
             in
             our
             discovery
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             end
             they
             shall
             have
             that
             and
             all
             the
             Treasure
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             this
             I
             suppose
             ●akes
             〈◊〉
             .
          
        
         
           
             Dec
             ,
          
           
             What
             can
             it
             do
             less
             ?
             It
             ●ickles
             to
             the
             life
             ,
             and
             flatters
             them
             with
             Mountains
             that
             scarcely
             come
             to
             Mole-hills
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Then
             you
             deceive
             '
             em
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             Ay
             what
             more
             ,
             for
             when
             the
             day
             perfixed
             is
             near
             ,
             away
             w●
             trudge
             with
             what
             we
             have
             ,
             to
             far
             for
             them
             to
             find
             us
             ,
             which
             makes
             'em
             oft
             sit
             down
             by
             we●ping
             cross
             ,
             whilst
             we
             are
             laughing
             loud
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             A●d
             have
             you
             〈…〉
             Randevous
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             Yes
             ,
             once
             a
             year
             we
             generally
             meet
             ,
             and
             share
             our
             riches
             ,
             equally
             relieve
             those
             that
             are
             scanty
             ,
             and
             then
             seperating
             we
             leave
             tokens
             〈◊〉
             the
             way
             ,
             that
             two
             Companies
             should
             not
             take
             the
             self-same
             Road
             ,
             and
             now
             consider
             whether
             Honesty
             or
             Plain-dealing
             be
             of
             our
             acquaintance
             ,
             though
             we
             often
             gull
             '
             em
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Then
             you
             know
             where
             they
             dwell
             .
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             No
             Sir
             ,
             I
             keep
             no
             Register
             ,
             but
             find
             'em
             for
             the
             most
             part
             loytering
             on
             the
             Road
             ,
             or
             sitting
             over
             two
             sticks
             a
             
             cross
             in
             some
             poor
             Cot
             or
             Hovel
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             no
             where
             else
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             Not
             as
             I
             remember
             ,
             for
             I
             hate
             their
             company
             ,
             though
             some
             times
             it
             proves
             advantagious
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             If
             so
             Friend
             ,
             we
             must
             leave
             you
             ,
             for
             we
             are
             their
             Friends
             ,
             and
             would
             not
             hear
             them
             evil
             spoken
             of
             .
          
        
         
           
             Dec.
             
          
           
             In
             truth
             Sir
             I
             shall
             e'ne
             be
             glad
             on
             't
             ,
             for
             my
             Coves
             and
             Morts
             will
             think
             me
             long
             .
             Therefore
             adue
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             perceived
             he
             followed
             his
             Comrades
             ,
             and
             I
             was
             glad
             he
             left
             us
             ,
             as
             being
             tired
             with
             his
             tedious
             Harangue
             :
             But
             it
             was
             not
             long
             before
             a
             Fellow
             meets
             us
             Laden
             with
             Globs
             ,
             and
             Astrolobles
             ,
             Gimcracks
             ,
             Mathe-matical
             ,
             and
             divers
             other
             Baubles
             ,
             and
             had
             a
             quaint
             device
             upon
             his
             Forehead
             ,
             representing
             a
             Triangle
             ,
             and
             in
             it
             he
             had
             writ
             ,
             
               The
               Secretary
               of
               the
               Stars
            
             .
             This
             thought
             I
             must
             be
             a
             Ptolome
             ,
             an
             Agrippa
             ,
             or
             a
             Ticobrahe
             ,
             but
             it
             proved
             none
             of
             these
             ,
             but
             a
             certain
             Quack
             pretender
             ,
             a
             more
             imposture
             then
             the
             former
             ,
             yet
             as
             great
             as
             Ignorance
             will
             let
             him
             be
             ,
             his
             Name
             's
             Deluder
             .
             This
             Fellow
             ,
             though
             to
             the
             little
             furtherance
             of
             our
             design
             ,
             I
             had
             a
             great
             mind
             to
             have
             sifted
             ,
             and
             Discovery
             was
             no
             less
             zealous
             to
             be
             satisfied
             ,
             whereupon
             he
             thus
             began
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Friend
             ,
             how
             comes
             it
             that
             you
             Travel
             with
             such
             a
             Burthen
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Deluder
             .
          
           
             To
             me
             it
             is
             light
             ,
             who
             am
             the
             Atlas
             of
             the
             World
             ,
             on
             whom
             the
             powers
             above
             have
             given
             an
             understanding
             to
             ●nderprop
             all
             Sciences
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             is
             so
             great
             a
             Wisdom
             your's
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             and
             a
             greater
             than
             you
             yet
             have
             named
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             As
             how
             ,
             pray
             let
             me
             understand
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             A
             secret
             access
             ,
             to
             read
             the
             dark
             decrees
             of
             Fate
             ,
             unravel
             the
             Volums
             of
             Futurity
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             'T
             is
             strange
             that
             Mortal
             man
             should
             be
             indow'd
             with
             such
             a
             Talent
             .
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             It
             is
             indeed
             ,
             few
             Mortals
             e're
             could
             boast
             the
             like
             :
             Why
             man
             ,
             the
             Stars
             are
             all
             at
             my
             divotion
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             How
             the
             Sta●s
             !
             why
             sure
             you
             an
             't
             in
             earnest
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             That
             is
             Sir
             ,
             to
             tell
             me
             secret
             things
             ,
             and
             give
             inlargement
             to
             my
             knowledge
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Then
             you
             are
             the
             man
             that
             only
             can
             acquant
             us
             perhaps
             of
             wonders
             strange
             and
             new
             ,
             for
             I
             suppose
             few
             things
             are
             hidden
             from
             you
             ,
             if
             you
             have
             such
             bright
             Acquaintance
             .
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             You
             are
             in
             the
             right
             on
             't
             ,
             few
             things
             indeed
             ;
             all
             Natures
             ,
             Secrets
             ,
             are
             layed
             open
             to
             my
             view
             ,
             each
             thing
             is
             represented
             
             as
             it
             is
             :
             The
             Universe
             is
             strip'd
             before
             my
             Eys
             ,
             and
             no
             disguise
             can
             cover●
             her
             from
             my
             impartial
             view
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             'T
             is
             rare
             what
             you
             express
             ,
             were
             i●
             but
             true
             .
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             True
             ,
             why
             what
             can
             be
             more
             true
             than
             what
             we
             who
             have
             her
             inteligence
             from
             the
             superiour
             World
             relate
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             You
             call
             the
             Celestial
             Intelligences
             by
             their
             Names
             I
             suppose
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             Yess
             ,
             and
             am
             acquainted
             with
             the
             smallest
             spark
             that
             spangled
             the
             blew
             Arch.
             
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             This
             still
             increases
             my
             wonder
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             Nay
             more
             things
             that
             vulgar
             Eys
             see
             not
             ,
             I
             with
             my
             Tube
             do
             ,
             nightly
             visit
             :
             Why
             Sir
             I
             make
             Alminacks
             ,
             consider
             that
             ,
             and
             then
             you
             'l
             think
             I
             'm
             wiser
             far
             then
             Haly
             or
             Old
             Da●us
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Make
             Almanacks
             ,
             that
             's
             pritty
             :
             But
             pray
             what
             is
             't
             you
             infer
             from
             thence
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             O
             many
             things
             Sir
             ,
             in●erences
             without
             number
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             As
             how
             ,
             let
             us
             hear
             a
             little
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             As
             first
             ,
             Sir
             ,
             my
             large
             understanding
             is
             thereby
             manifested
             to
             the
             World
             ;
             each
             City
             applauds
             me
             ,
             and
             each
             Country
             Swain
             admires
             me
             ;
             there
             's
             not
             a
             Woman
             but
             takes
             me
             for
             a
             Conjurer
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Very
             fine
             ;
             and
             you
             admire
             your self
             〈◊〉
             I
             suppose
             ?
          
        
         
           
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             and
             reason
             good
             ,
             how
             can
             I
             do
             less
             ,
             that
             hold
             such
             lofty
             corespondence
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             you
             undertake
             to
             discover
             misteries
             ,
             things
             dark
             and
             secret
             .
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             Ay
             marry
             do
             I
             ,
             things
             as
             dark
             as
             any
             Dungeon
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             by
             the
             light
             of
             that
             knowledge
             you
             have
             obtained
             ,
             by
             scraping
             acquaintance
             with
             the
             Stars
             ,
             you
             pretended
             〈◊〉
             do
             it
             .
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             Very
             right
             ,
             't
             is
             much
             you
             should
             hit
             so
             pat
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Then
             pray
             Sir
             ●ell
             me
             the
             Names
             of
             the
             Party
             's
             I
             'm
             searching
             after
             ,
             and
             whether
             I
             shall
             find
             them
             or
             not
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             Are
             they
             Men
             or
             Women
             ,
             Married
             .
             or
             Unmarried
             ,
             Old
             or
             Young
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             I
             hope
             you
             know
             Sir
             by
             your
             wonderful
             skill
             in
             devination
             .
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             I
             was
             weak
             to
             ask
             such
             a
             question
             ,
             but
             I
             must
             erect
             a
             Scheem
             first
             ;
             as
             thus
             ,
             So
             now
             Sir
             ,
             these
             that
             you
             take
             to
             be
             only
             cringle
             ,
             crongles
             ,
             are
             houses
             ,
             and
             Caelestial
             ones
             to
             I
             'le
             asure
             you
             ,
             and
             are
             known
             by
             the
             Sign
             of
             the
             
               Ram
               ,
               Bull
            
             ,
             and
             many
             the
             like
             pritty
             devices
             ;
             but
             to
             let
             that
             pass
             ,
             well
             the
             Names
             of
             the
             Partys
             I
             must
             tell
             you
             ,
             and
             whether
             you
             must
             find
             them
             or
             not
             ,
             and
             all
             this
             for
             a
             Shilling
             ,
             't
             is
             as
             cheap
             as
             Neck
             Beef
             .
             But
             stay
             now
             I
             think
             on
             't
             ,
             I
             ha●'t
             my
             fee
             yet
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             That
             you
             shall
             have
             Sir
             ,
             if
             your
             performance
             answer
             our
             expectation
             .
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             Well
             ,
             well
             ,
             let
             me
             see
             ,
             Iupiter
             is
             combust
             in
             Aires
             ,
             and
             Venus
             is
             rampant
             in
             Taurus
             two
             horned
             signs
             ,
             well
             ,
             and
             Mercury
             is
             gotten
             into
             Gemenine
             and
             threatens
             a
             Rape
             upon
             Virgo
             ;
             from
             all
             which
             I
             gather
             that
             the
             Partys
             Names
             are
             Dorothy
             and
             Mary
             ,
             but
             as
             for
             finding
             of
             them
             at
             present
             ,
             I
             think
             it
             will
             be
             no
             ways
             convenient
             ,
             least
             you
             become
             wittals
             ,
             for
             from
             the
             two
             horned
             Signs
             ,
             I
             devine
             they
             are
             just
             about
             this
             time
             in
             Gemeni
             ,
             a
             sporting
             with
             their
             Gallants
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Ha
             ,
             ha
             ,
             ha
             ,
             —
             Ha
             ,
             ha
             ,
             ha
             .
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             How
             do
             you
             Laugh
             Gentlemen
             ?
             Nay
             ,
             nay
             ,
             't
             is
             no
             Laughing
             matter
             ,
             for
             I
             can
             assure
             you
             ,
             you
             'l
             be
             Cuckolds
             within
             this
             half
             hour
             .
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             the
             Stars
             make
             it
             out
             as
             plain
             as
             the
             Nose
             in
             your
             Face
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             How
             Cuckolds
             and
             never
             Married
             ,
             well
             that
             's
             very
             pritty
             I
             must
             confess
             .
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             Pish
             ,
             not
             Married
             ,
             alas
             !
             then
             the
             Stars
             have
             misinformed
             me
             ,
             for
             by
             them
             I
             gathered
             ,
             you
             were
             in
             search
             of
             your
             Wives
             ;
             but
             I
             must
             confess
             it
             is
             a
             bad
             day
             to
             resolve
             questions
             in
             ,
             because
             it
             Rained
             in
             the
             Morning
             ,
             which
             denotes
             the
             Stars
             to
             be
             sullen
             and
             self
             will'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             It
             rather
             Sir
             denotes
             your
             ignorance
             ,
             
             who
             pretend
             to
             things
             above
             your
             reach
             ,
             deluding
             silly
             People
             with
             false
             stories
             ,
             and
             if
             you
             hit
             upon
             a
             Truth
             it
             is
             by
             guess
             ,
             or
             else
             you
             gather
             it
             from
             their
             own
             discourse
             ,
             and
             tell
             it
             them
             again
             in
             other
             words
             ,
             to
             the
             same
             effect
             ;
             and
             to
             let
             you
             further
             understand
             your
             Error
             ,
             't
             is
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             we
             are
             in
             search
             for
             .
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             Say
             you
             so
             :
             Well
             ,
             well
             ,
             I
             could
             have
             told
             you
             if
             I
             had
             cast
             but
             another
             Scheem
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             can
             you
             tell
             us
             where
             to
             find
             them
             ,
             now
             you
             know
             their
             Names
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             What
             kind
             of
             Cloaths
             do
             they
             ware
             ,
             have
             they
             Beards
             ,
             or
             are
             they
             close
             shaven
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             If
             you
             know
             nothing
             of
             that
             ,
             how
             can
             you
             inform
             us
             where
             to
             find
             them
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             Well
             Sir
             ,
             I
             find
             by
             my
             Scheem
             ,
             if
             they
             are
             not
             in
             the
             North
             or
             the
             South
             ,
             you
             may
             chance
             to
             find
             them
             in
             the
             West
             or
             the
             East
             ,
             either
             above
             ,
             or
             under
             the
             ground
             ;
             and
             this
             is
             all
             I
             can
             tell
             you
             at
             present
             ,
             for
             you
             see
             Sir
             ,
             it
             's
             a
             Cloudy
             day
             ,
             which
             much
             impairs
             my
             understanding
             ,
             but
             if
             you
             'l
             call
             again
             to
             morrow
             —
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             No
             Friend
             ,
             we
             shall
             not
             give
             our selves
             the
             trouble
             ,
             we
             have
             found
             you
             to
             be
             a
             very
             understanding
             Cox●omb
             in
             your
             own
             conceit
             ,
             and
             so
             we
             take
             our
             leaves
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Del.
             
          
           
             Well
             ,
             well
             ,
             do
             as
             you
             please
             ,
             and
             I
             'le
             do
             as
             I
             think
             fit
             ,
             for
             I
             'le
             warrant
             you
             ,
             I
             shall
             pass
             for
             an
             Astrologer
             for
             all
             this
             ,
             and
             make
             Almanacks
             in
             spight
             of
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealings
             Teeth
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             beheld
             he
             went
             g●zing
             upwards
             ,
             till
             he
             fell
             into
             the
             Quagmire
             of
             his
             own
             folly
             ,
             and
             there
             became
             the
             Laughing-stock
             to
             the
             whole
             Town
             ,
             which
             put
             me
             upon
             the
             merry
             Pin
             of
             discanting
             after
             this
             manner
             .
          
           
             Impostors
             swarm
             Pretenders
             to
             Arts
             Rules
             ,
          
           
             Who
             build
             their
             Nest
             upon
             believing
             Fools
             ,
          
           
             And
             pass
             with
             Ignorance
             for
             men
             of
             sence
             ,
          
           
             Their
             stock
             's
             Delusion
             ,
             mixt
             with
             impudence
             .
          
           
             By
             this
             time
             we
             were
             boarded
             by
             an
             Animal
             of
             a
             large
             size
             ,
             whom
             at
             first
             I
             took
             for
             a
             Mountebanck
             ,
             but
             afterward
             found
             him
             to
             be
             a
             pretended
             repairer
             of
             Natures
             decays
             ,
             or
             a
             cementer
             of
             Casualtys
             and
             disorders
             ,
             called
             by
             some
             ,
             The
             Torments
             .
             Of
             whom
             Discovery
             proceeded
             to
             make
             inquiry
             ,
             but
             I
             had
             no
             sooner
             named
             H●nesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             ,
             but
             the
             man
             started
             as
             if
             a
             Snake
             had
             bit
             him
             by
             the
             Toe
             ,
             and
             exprest
             himself
             ,
             as
             if
             he
             〈◊〉
             taken
             us
             for
             Mad
             men
             ,
             to
             make
             such
             〈…〉
             yet
             Discovery
             proceeded
             to
             manage
             
             him
             in
             the
             following
             Dialect
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Be
             not
             offended
             Sir
             at
             such
             an
             inquiry
             .
          
        
         
           
             Tormento
             .
          
           
             I
             think
             Friend
             it
             is
             a
             very
             simple
             question
             to
             put
             to
             one
             of
             my
             Profession
             .
             I
             would
             have
             you
             to
             know
             that
             I
             am
             altogether
             a
             stranger
             to
             those
             you
             mentioned
             ,
             and
             would
             not
             be
             otherways
             for
             the
             Queen
             of
             
             Sheba's
             present
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             More
             's
             the
             pitty
             .
          
        
         
           
             Tormento
             .
          
           
             Pitty
             ,
             no
             ,
             no
             ,
             pitty
             me
             no
             pitties
             ,
             I
             know
             not
             what
             belongs
             to
             that
             neither
             ,
             for
             if
             I
             was
             conversant
             with
             any
             of
             'em
             ,
             it
             would
             spoil
             my
             Trade
             ,
             I
             could
             not
             keep
             People
             upon
             the
             rack
             for
             my
             advantage
             ,
             and
             make
             a
             half
             years
             cure
             of
             a
             cut
             Finger
             ,
             which
             if
             I
             was
             minded
             I
             could
             perfect
             in
             two
             days
             .
             Nay
             ,
             sometimes
             by
             incision
             and
             impoysoning
             I
             render
             it
             incureable
             but
             by
             Death
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             That
             's
             very
             unconscio●able
             I
             'll
             tell
             you
             that
             .
          
        
         
           
             Torm.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             no
             matter
             so
             it
             turns
             to
             my
             Advantage
             .
             Unconscio●able
             quotha
             ,
             why
             you
             don't
             imagine
             that
             men
             who
             ●rade
             in
             Blood
             and
             Wounds
             ,
             and
             get
             their
             ●ivelyhood
             by
             the
             misery
             an●
             affliction
             of
             ●he
             People
             ,
             have
             any
             Consci●nc
             do
             you
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             They
             ought
             to
             have
             more
             then
             others
             .
          
        
         
           
             Torm.
             
          
           
             No
             they
             ought
             not
             ,
             I
             'le
             tell
             you
             
             that
             ,
             for
             if
             they
             had
             ,
             they
             could
             not
             have
             the
             heart
             to
             manage
             the
             Rich
             ,
             and
             kill
             the
             Poor
             for
             Experience
             sake
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             O
             Intolerable
             !
             is
             the
             World
             bewitch'd
             so
             to
             be
             used
             ,
             and
             pay
             for
             such
             disasters
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Torm.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             and
             fortifie
             themselves
             with
             mighty
             patience
             ,
             whilst
             we
             slash
             ,
             burn
             ,
             and
             saw
             them
             at
             a
             rate
             you
             'd
             wonder
             ,
             cutting
             them
             in
             pieces
             whilst
             they
             live
             ,
             and
             Burying
             one
             part
             Forty
             years
             some
             times
             before
             the
             other
             follows
             to
             the
             Grave
             ,
             in
             this
             case
             still
             the
             Rich
             fare
             worse
             ,
             for
             them
             we
             keep
             upon
             the
             Tentures
             long
             ,
             considering
             the
             old
             Proverb
             ,
             that
             something
             has
             some
             savour
             ,
             but
             the
             Poor
             ,
             where
             little
             's
             to
             be
             had
             ,
             is
             either
             rejected
             ,
             or
             quickly
             Cured
             by
             us
             o●
             Death
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             If
             so
             ,
             our
             farther
             inquiry
             may
             be
             spared
             .
          
        
         
           
             Torm.
             
          
           
             Yes
             ,
             yes
             ,
             as
             to
             my
             particular
             i●
             may
             ,
             and
             now
             I
             think
             on
             't
             ,
             I
             can
             stay
             no
             longer
             ,
             but
             must
             hast
             to
             get
             a
             Thorn
             ou●
             of
             a
             Ladies
             Finger
             ,
             gotten
             by
             too
             hasty
             gathering
             of
             Roses
             ,
             which
             I
             intend
             to
             make
             a
             Fortnights
             Cure
             at
             least
             :
             Te●
             Guinys
             worth
             of
             business
             ,
             but
             I
             'le
             abou●
             it
             ,
             least
             another
             intercept
             me
             .
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             methought
             he
             left
             us
             ,
             and
             
             was
             not
             grieved
             at
             his
             departure
             ,
             yet
             pittied
             those
             that
             should
             come
             to
             his
             handling
             ;
             yet
             scarce
             had
             time
             to
             Breath
             ,
             when
             a
             company
             of
             Makebates
             came
             josteling
             each
             other
             ,
             ever
             ●avelling
             and
             quarrelling
             at
             trifles
             ,
             spreading
             false
             rumours
             ,
             jealozies
             ,
             and
             fears
             ,
             deviding
             Families
             ,
             and
             setting
             Neighbours
             against
             Neighbours
             ;
             and
             these
             I
             perceived
             had
             Tongues
             as
             black
             as
             Hell
             ,
             being
             all
             the
             off
             spring
             of
             Discord
             ,
             begot●en
             on
             hisdear
             beloved
             Spouse
             Dame
             Envy
             ;
             wherefore
             finding
             them
             to
             be
             a
             pestilential
             Tribe
             ,
             we
             past
             them
             ,
             and
             suffered
             patiently
             their
             Ralery
             ,
             as
             being
             below
             our
             anger
             or
             our
             notice
             .
          
           
             This
             rout
             thus
             shun'd
             ,
             we
             fell
             upon
             Detraction
             ,
             a
             megar
             Fellow
             ,
             who
             just
             turned
             the
             corner
             of
             
               Ingratitude
               Street
            
             ,
             and
             with
             him
             Discovery
             would
             needs
             be
             Arguing
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             You
             look
             friend
             as
             if
             you
             were
             in
             heaviness
             ,
             pray
             what
             afflicts
             you
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Detraction
             .
          
           
             Nothing
             Sir
             ,
             but
             that
             I
             am
             a
             little
             concerned
             that
             such
             and
             such
             men
             should
             pretend
             to
             Sence
             and
             Learning
             ,
             when
             they
             have
             no
             more
             then
             a
             Horse
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Then
             most
             men
             are
             mistaken
             ,
             that
             repute
             them
             men
             of
             Wit
             and
             Vnderstanding
             .
          
        
         
           
             Det.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             let
             me
             tell
             you
             ,
             they
             are
             
             mistaken
             ,
             for
             in
             my
             opinion
             ,
             who
             should
             know
             ;
             they
             have
             no
             more
             Sence
             then
             a
             Corn-cutter
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             It
             looks
             too
             much
             like
             malice
             ,
             to
             say
             so
             .
          
        
         
           
             Det.
             
          
           
             Not
             at
             all
             Sir
             ,
             and
             there
             's
             another
             ,
             such
             a
             one
             ,
             you
             know
             who
             I
             mean
             ,
             a
             pretender
             to
             Musick
             ,
             and
             Limning
             ,
             and
             many
             other
             Arts
             and
             Sciences
             ,
             the
             mearest
             Coxcomb
             pretender
             that
             ever
             was
             ,
             a
             very
             Ass
             at
             fancy
             and
             design
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             yet
             he
             's
             held
             to
             be
             the
             best
             our
             Age
             can
             boast
             of
             .
          
        
         
           
             Det.
             
          
           
             No
             ,
             no
             ,
             hang
             him
             ,
             he
             's
             a
             meer
             dunce
             ,
             a
             booby
             ,
             one
             that
             has
             nothing
             in
             him
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Pray
             Sir
             who
             are
             you
             that
             would
             spot
             those
             Names
             that
             shine
             bright
             in
             the
             sphere
             of
             Fame
             ,
             and
             are
             inroled
             in
             Capitals
             of
             Gold.
             
          
        
         
           
             Det.
             
          
           
             Who
             am
             I
             Sir
             ?
             why
             my
             Name
             's
             Detraction
             Sir.
             
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Detraction
             ,
             black
             Detraction
             ,
             the
             Eldest
             Son
             of
             Malice
             .
             Nay
             then
             it
             is
             no
             wonder
             if
             you
             Envy
             them
             ,
             the
             honour
             their
             deserts
             have
             meritted
             ,
             since
             your
             Tongues
             more
             poisonous
             to
             virtue
             ,
             and
             well
             deserving
             deeds
             ,
             than
             Acconite
             .
          
        
         
           
             Det.
             
          
           
             Beware
             Sir
             what
             you
             say
             ,
             surely
             you
             ought
             to
             use
             me
             better
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             No
             ,
             but
             rather
             worse
             ,
             thou
             Mortal
             foe
             to
             all
             good
             ,
             thou
             Stain
             of
             Reputation
             ,
             and
             conceited
             piece
             of
             Ignorance
             ,
             who
             fain
             would
             be
             thought
             some
             thing
             ,
             by
             lessening
             the
             fame
             of
             others
             ;
             when
             indeed
             your
             spight
             is
             heavy
             wing'd
             ,
             and
             cannot
             reach
             them
             ,
             all
             Sciences
             are
             strange
             to
             your
             a
             velling
             ,
             Reason
             scarcely
             ever
             harboured
             there
             ;
             and
             will
             you
             undertake
             to
             judge
             of
             those
             whom
             others
             hold
             the
             most
             Acelebra●e
             .
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             would
             fare
             no
             better
             at
             your
             hands
             ,
             though
             Clad
             in
             all
             their
             native
             Innocence
             .
          
        
         
           
             Det.
             
          
           
             It
             may
             be
             so
             ,
             but
             you
             are
             something
             rough
             methinks
             ,
             more
             then
             becomes
             you
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             O
             never
             too
             much
             with
             such
             a
             one
             as
             you
             ,
             who
             are
             the
             very
             〈◊〉
             of
             the
             Age
             ,
             a
             thing
             that
             all
             good
             men
             hate
             ,
             a
             thing
             that
             fools
             will
             scarcely
             listen
             to
             .
          
        
         
           
             Det.
             
          
           
             You
             might
             be
             softer
             in
             your
             Expressions
             one
             would
             think
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             In
             this
             case
             I
             never
             can
             ,
             but
             't
             is
             time
             lost
             to
             argue
             further
             with
             the
             Bane
             of
             Goodness
             and
             Humane
             Society
             ,
             and
             therefore
             ●rudg
             on
             .
          
           
             Now
             I
             dreamed
             that
             his
             inward
             rage
             ●lacked
             his
             Face
             like
             the
             Egyptian
             darkness
             ,
             but
             his
             spleen
             being
             suppressed
             at
             ●hat
             time
             ,
             on
             he
             passed
             to
             the
             Region
             of
             
             Infamy
             ,
             where
             I
             perceived
             he
             had
             a
             mansion
             ;
             but
             we
             were
             hardly
             shut
             of
             him
             ,
             e're
             Disorder
             eyed
             us
             at
             a
             distance
             ,
             having
             two
             Tongues
             as
             sharp
             as
             Swords
             ,
             which
             are
             continually
             imployed
             in
             spreading
             the
             venom
             of
             Mischief
             ,
             and
             disturbing
             peace
             ,
             raising
             discontents
             and
             fears
             ,
             setting
             unsetled
             Brains
             a
             madding
             ,
             and
             unhindging
             the
             quiet
             of
             Humane
             Life
             ;
             therefore
             we
             thought
             not
             fit
             to
             meddle
             with
             such
             a
             pestilence
             ,
             but
             to
             get
             rid
             on
             it
             .
             We
             crossed
             the
             way
             into
             
               Pretenders
               Street
            
             ,
             and
             there
             methoughts
             we
             met
             a
             Fellow
             very
             demure
             ,
             his
             Eyes
             still
             fixd
             upon
             the
             ground
             ,
             whilst
             care
             was
             deep
             Ingraven
             on
             his
             Face
             .
             This
             is
             Humility
             thought
             I
             ,
             and
             was
             about
             to
             salute
             him
             by
             that
             Name
             ,
             but
             Discovery
             told
             me
             it
             was
             only
             a
             Pretender
             ,
             whom
             I
             should
             hear
             my self
             to
             be
             better
             satisfied
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Friend
             ,
             how
             goes
             preferment
             in
             the
             World
             ?
             how
             is
             Honesty
             put
             to
             sale
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Pretention
             .
          
           
             Verily
             I
             know
             not
             ,
             I
             am
             of
             a
             lowly
             mind
             ,
             and
             never
             concern
             my self
             with
             those
             affairs
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Why
             is
             not
             this
             
               Pretenders
               Street
            
             ,
             have
             you
             no
             Mansion
             here
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             You
             have
             spoke
             right
             to
             both
             ,
             but
             I
             came
             out
             of
             
               Veritie
               Lane
            
             when
             I
             came
             heither
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             It
             may
             be
             so
             ,
             because
             you
             had
             no
             Credit
             there
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             Credit
             Sir
             !
             what
             mean
             you
             by
             it
             ?
             I
             fear
             he
             knows
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             You
             could
             not
             pretend
             to
             preferments
             ,
             never
             to
             be
             reached
             amongst
             the
             ●umbler
             Fry
             ,
             and
             tell
             of
             Estates
             lost
             ,
             that
             was
             never
             in
             the
             possession
             of
             you
             nor
             your
             Ancesters
             ,
             boasting
             of
             Honesty
             ,
             Loyalty
             ,
             and
             Uprightness
             ,
             which
             you
             never
             practised
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             Hey
             day
             ,
             and
             what
             do
             you
             infer
             from
             all
             this
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Why
             that
             you
             are
             a
             meer
             buble
             ,
             a
             troublesome
             sound
             ,
             the
             Romantick
             part
             of
             Mortality
             ,
             and
             no
             more
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             'T
             is
             uncivil
             I
             'le
             tell
             you
             ,
             to
             use
             a
             stranger
             thus
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             No
             stranger
             I
             'le
             assure
             you
             ,
             for
             I
             have
             known
             you
             a
             troubler
             of
             Humane
             Society
             these
             many
             years
             ,
             with
             ●ictitious
             stories
             ,
             fond
             imaginations
             ,
             Chimacas
             ,
             and
             fancies
             that
             were
             not
             ,
             nor
             never
             will
             be
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             I
             suppose
             Sir
             you
             are
             mistaken
             in
             the
             Person
             ;
             for
             although
             some
             call
             me
             the
             Pretender
             ,
             yet
             Truth
             was
             my
             Mother
             ,
             and
             Honesty
             Begot
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             where
             was
             you
             Born
             ,
             remember
             you
             the
             place
             of
             your
             Nativity
             ?
          
        
         
           
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             I
             was
             Born
             upon
             the
             Mount
             of
             〈◊〉
             rightness
             ,
             in
             the
             Land
             of
             Plain-dealing
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             this
             amongst
             the
             rest
             〈◊〉
             pretend
             to
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             what
             less
             :
             and
             I
             am
             con●dent
             you
             are
             of
             the
             same
             Opinion
             ,
             though
             〈◊〉
             are
             minded
             in
             ralery
             to
             try
             my
             patience
             ,
             which
             I
             have
             an
             invinsible
             Brigade
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Very
             good
             ,
             but
             to
             come
             a
             litt●●
             nearer
             to
             the
             purpose
             ;
             The
             Land
             〈◊〉
             Plain-dealing
             you
             say
             :
             pray
             what
             quart●●
             of
             the
             Earth
             is
             it
             in
             ,
             what
             manner
             〈◊〉
             Country
             is
             it
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             Why
             then
             it
             seems
             you
             question
             〈◊〉
             truth
             of
             what
             I
             have
             told
             you
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Perhaps
             not
             ,
             yet
             would
             willing●ly
             be
             satisfied
             in
             this
             particular
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             Well
             ,
             't
             is
             a
             very
             bad
             thing
             to
             be
             de●fident
             .
             This
             I
             have
             pretended
             to
             a
             Thousan●
             who
             never
             so
             much
             as
             scrupled
             it
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Then
             you
             only
             pretended
             it
             ,
             and
             no
             more
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             Perhaps
             I
             may
             not
             be
             willing
             to
             sa●tisfie
             you
             in
             that
             point
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             You
             may
             spare
             your
             labour
             then
             and
             I
             shall
             take
             it
             for
             granted
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             It
             won't
             much
             afflict
             me
             for
             refusing
             to
             satisfie
             you
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Then
             you
             are
             only
             a
             pretender
             ▪
             you
             express
             your self
             to
             be
             no
             more
             〈◊〉
             
             〈◊〉
             Parents
             ,
             especially
             those
             you
             nam●
             ;
             but
             on
             my
             Conscience
             they
             ne●
             owned
             you
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             You
             know
             not
             whether
             they
             did
             ,
             or
             ●ether
             they
             did
             not
             ,
             nor
             matter●
             it
             whether
             〈◊〉
             do
             or
             no.
             
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             O!
             but
             it
             does
             ,
             for
             it
             's
             one
             of
             〈◊〉
             we
             are
             in
             search
             of
             ,
             and
             stand
             great●
             in
             need
             of
             directions
             to
             find
             out
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             And
             what
             's
             your
             business
             with
             him
             〈◊〉
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             We
             have
             some
             Letters
             of
             recom●endation
             to
             him
             from
             his
             friends
             ,
             there
             ●
             an
             Estate
             asigned
             him
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             An
             Estate
             ,
             say
             you
             so
             ,
             this
             is
             it
             I
             〈◊〉
             looked
             for
             .
             Why
             I
             am
             his
             Son
             and
             Heir
             ,
             〈◊〉
             ten
             thousand
             to
             one
             whether
             you
             'l
             find
             him
             ●
             not
             ;
             and
             therefore
             you
             had
             as
             good
             com●nicate
             the
             matter
             to
             me
             ,
             and
             come
             in
             for
             a
             〈◊〉
             your self
             ,
             for
             he
             's
             such
             an
             easie
             man
             ,
             a
             〈◊〉
             so
             soon
             perswaded
             to
             any
             thing
             ,
             that
             〈◊〉
             he
             possess
             it
             ,
             he
             'd
             be
             Rook●d
             out
             of
             it
             Knavery
             and
             Deceit
             ,
             before
             it
             would
             〈◊〉
             to
             my
             Fingering
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Very
             good
             ,
             but
             we
             must
             perform
             ●
             at
             we
             have
             undertaken
             ,
             if
             possible
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             I
             think
             it
             will
             be
             alltogether
             impossi●
             to
             find
             him
             ,
             for
             now
             I
             recollect
             my self
             ,
             I
             ●eve
             he
             is
             dead
             ,
             for
             I
             ha●'t
             ●ad
             a
             Letter
             〈◊〉
             him
             this
             twenty
             Years
             ;
             therefore
             you
             'd
             
             do
             well
             to
             take
             my
             advice
             .
             As
             for
             bearin●
             you
             harmless
             ,
             if
             you
             fear
             any
             danger
             in
             th●●
             case
             ,
             my
             Brother
             Self-will
             and
             my
             own
             〈◊〉
             shall
             be
             your
             Counter
             Security
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Well
             ,
             but
             how
             shall
             I
             be
             satisfie●
             that
             Honesty
             was
             your
             Father
             ,
             and
             Tru●
             your
             Mother
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             Why
             Sir
             you
             may
             believe
             me
             ,
             as
             m●ny
             has
             done
             before
             you
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             must
             I
             rest
             upon
             that
             :
             〈◊〉
             if
             I
             can't
             believe
             you
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             Come
             ,
             come
             ,
             let
             me
             whisper
             you
             the
             Ear
             :
             You
             shall
             go
             half
             snacks
             with
             me
             the
             business
             ,
             that
             I
             hope
             will
             please
             you
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             what
             if
             such
             a
             thing
             should
             〈◊〉
             discovered
             ,
             for
             she
             in
             whose
             hands
             it
             is
             ●
             wonderful
             discerning
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             Come
             ,
             come
             ,
             Mr.
             Forgery's
             〈◊〉
             Neighbour
             ,
             and
             he
             shall
             make
             a
             Will
             ,
             exac●●ly
             counterfeiting
             the
             plain
             stile
             and
             hand
             Honesty
             ,
             and
             
             I
             'le
             get
             Perjury
             to
             swear
             ●
             his
             lawful
             begotten
             Son
             ,
             and
             then
             who
             〈◊〉
             hinder
             me
             on
             't
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Ha
             ,
             this
             is
             very
             fine
             ;
             but
             let
             〈◊〉
             tell
             you
             Sir
             ,
             it
             's
             a
             great
             way
             off
             ,
             and
             it
             〈◊〉
             cost
             you
             a
             world
             of
             pains
             e're
             you
             can
             a●rive
             where
             it
             is
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             Pish
             ,
             for
             an
             Estate
             ,
             who
             would
             〈◊〉
             take
             pains
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             it
             's
             in
             a
             Country
             perhaps
             〈◊〉
             know
             not
             the
             way
             to
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             It
             may
             be
             so
             ,
             but
             can't
             I
             inquire
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             There
             are
             very
             few
             People
             upon
             that
             Road
             that
             know
             the
             right
             way
             ,
             though
             many
             are
             Travelling
             theitherward
             to
             take
             possession
             of
             Inheritance
             ;
             most
             of
             which
             lose
             themselves
             in
             the
             Wilderness
             through
             which
             they
             pass
             ,
             and
             never
             arrive
             at
             the
             place
             they
             imagine
             to
             reach
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             Why
             are
             there
             a
             great
             many
             possessions
             vacant
             ?
             if
             so
             ,
             I
             had
             best
             make
             hast
             ,
             perhaps
             a
             couple
             may
             fall
             to
             my
             s●are
             ,
             for
             want
             of
             whom
             to
             Occupie
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             You
             must
             first
             have
             directions
             about
             the
             way
             ,
             written
             upon
             the
             Table
             of
             your
             Heart
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             How
             ,
             upon
             my
             Heart
             :
             Why
             how
             can
             I
             come
             at
             them
             to
             read
             them
             then
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Why
             with
             the
             Eys
             of
             your
             Understanding
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             The
             Eys
             of
             my
             Vnderstanding
             say
             you
             :
             why
             I
             thought
             I
             h●d
             had
             but
             two
             Eys
             in
             all
             .
             But
             tell
             me
             ,
             for
             I
             am
             almost
             mad
             to
             know
             in
             what
             Country
             it
             is
             ,
             that
             I
             may
             lose
             no
             time
             ,
             but
             be
             setting
             forward
             as
             fast
             is
             I
             can
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             You
             must
             first
             provide
             your self
             with
             the
             Wings
             of
             Faith.
             
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             How
             Wings
             !
             why
             must
             I
             fly
             then
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             O
             yess
             ,
             an
             immesurable
             hight
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             Why
             then
             perhaps
             I
             may
             chance
             to
             break
             my
             Neck
             ,
             or
             tumble
             into
             the
             Sea
             ,
             and
             be
             drownd
             ,
             as
             fared
             the
             Son
             of
             Dedalus
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             You
             must
             likewise
             put
             on
             you
             the
             Garments
             of
             Charity
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             How
             ,
             the
             Garments
             of
             Charity
             ;
             why
             she
             has
             gone
             Naked
             this
             many
             a
             day
             :
             and
             how
             then
             should
             I
             come
             by
             her
             Garments
             ,
             pray
             tell
             me
             that
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             must
             be
             armed
             with
             the
             Spirit
             of
             Prayer
             ,
             and
             the
             Shield
             of
             Stedfast
             ,
             Belief
             to
             oppose
             the
             Enemies
             you
             will
             meet
             with
             in
             the
             way
             .
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             Ha
             ,
             you
             begin
             to
             make
             me
             afraid
             :
             But
             I
             beseech
             you
             be
             not
             so
             tedious
             in
             coming
             to
             a
             Conclusson
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             These
             and
             many
             more
             things
             must
             furnish
             you
             out
             for
             such
             a
             Journey
             :
             But
             to
             be
             brief
             ,
             as
             for
             the
             Estate
             or
             possession
             ,
             
               It
               is
               called
               the
               reward
               of
            
             Virtue
             ,
             
               lying
               in
               the
            
             Celestial
             City
             ,
             
               and
               reserved
               by
            
             Wisdom
             
               for
               those
               that
               love
            
             Honesty
             and
             Uprightness
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             I
             thought
             it
             was
             some
             such
             business
             ,
             that
             made
             you
             make
             all
             this
             adoo
             about
             it
             .
             Well
             ,
             well
             ,
             if
             it
             be
             in
             the
             
               Celestial
               City
            
             (
             for
             I
             have
             heard
             of
             such
             a
             place
             )
             y●u
             may
             Travel
             on
             ,
             and
             find
             out
             Honesty
             if
             you
             can
             ;
             for
             now
             I
             think
             on
             't
             ,
             it
             would
             be
             unnatural
             to
             bereave
             him
             of
             what
             's
             his
             due
             ,
             if
             he
             be
             alive
             ▪
             
             though
             I
             am
             something
             doubtful
             ;
             besides
             I
             am
             not
             at
             Leasure
             to
             take
             such
             a
             Iourney
             yet
             a
             while
             .
             If
             it
             had
             been
             in
             the
             City
             ,
             much
             might
             have
             been
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Then
             you
             are
             not
             the
             Son
             of
             Honesty
             ,
             but
             a
             meer
             Pretender
             ,
             the
             same
             I
             took
             you
             for
             at
             first
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Pret.
             
          
           
             It
             may
             be
             so
             :
             But
             seeing
             there
             is
             ●othing
             to
             be
             got
             by
             you
             ,
             I
             shall
             make
             no
             further
             pretentions
             to
             your
             Company
             ,
             but
             keep
             on
             my
             way
             to
             
               Vanity
               Fair.
            
             
          
           
             Now
             I
             Dreamed
             that
             I
             saw
             him
             enter
             ,
             a
             great
             Mist
             arrising
             from
             the
             Lake
             of
             Self-deceiving
             ,
             where
             we
             left
             him
             at
             the
             Gate
             of
             Error
             ,
             and
             kept
             on
             our
             way
             ,
             till
             we
             came
             into
             the
             Discontented
             quarter
             .
             And
             what
             should
             first
             salute
             our
             Ears
             ,
             but
             the
             Sighs
             and
             Murmours
             of
             a
             Beauteous
             Lady
             in
             a
             careless
             and
             neglected
             dress
             ,
             who
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             beheld
             to
             be
             in
             the
             greatest
             Agonie
             imaginable
             ,
             complaining
             of
             her
             hard
             fortune
             ,
             which
             I
             soon
             understood
             to
             be
             occasioned
             by
             her
             being
             matched
             contrary
             to
             her
             Inclynation
             ,
             to
             Age
             and
             Gray
             Haires
             .
             O!
             said
             she
             ,
             that
             ever
             I
             was
             born
             to
             be
             so
             much
             unhappy
             ,
             thus
             in
             the
             prime
             of
             all
             my
             Youth
             and
             Beauty
             to
             be
             violently
             cast
             into
             the
             Arms
             of
             Age
             ,
             to
             have
             the
             Roses
             and
             the
             Lillys
             scarcely
             blown
             in
             the
             Spring-tide
             of
             my
             Age
             ,
             sullyed
             
             with
             the
             blast
             of
             Winter
             ,
             with
             a
             Breath
             to
             me
             more
             nauceous
             ,
             than
             the
             pestilential
             damp
             that
             rises
             from
             the
             Lernian
             Lake
             ,
             to
             have
             a
             withered
             Lump
             ,
             an
             Emblem
             of
             Death
             ,
             cold
             in
             the
             midst
             o●
             Iune
             ,
             as
             sharp
             December
             Frost
             ,
             Grasp
             me
             in
             his
             Icey
             Arms
             ,
             and
             with
             a
             thousand
             foolings
             ,
             urge
             me
             into
             madness
             ;
             whilst
             I
             fancy
             to
             my self
             the
             honest
             and
             happy
             Nuptial
             joys
             of
             others
             ,
             less
             Beautiful
             ,
             and
             less
             deserving
             than
             my self
             ;
             to
             think
             how
             they
             with
             Vigorous
             Lovers
             ,
             who
             meet
             their
             Egar
             joys
             with
             equal
             Ardor
             ,
             sweetly
             twine
             like
             grasping
             Ivie
             ,
             and
             amidst
             a
             thousand
             Transports
             that
             possess
             the
             Ravished
             Soul
             ,
             Breath
             out
             sweet
             Murmurs
             ▪
             whilst
             their
             Sences
             are
             in
             Extasies
             ;
             and
             then
             with
             soon
             revived
             flame
             ,
             after
             a
             panting
             space
             and
             happy
             Gaze
             ,
             a
             second
             time
             melt
             in
             each
             others
             Arms
             ,
             and
             try
             the
             utmost
             pleasure
             Chast
             Loves
             Elezium
             ca●
             affoard
             ,
             whilst
             Rosie
             blushes
             spread
             their
             Cheeks
             ,
             and
             Hummied
             firedarts
             from
             their
             sparkling
             modest
             Eyas
             .
             O!
             wretched
             Maid
             that
             I
             am
             ,
             how
             can
             I
             think
             upon
             such
             happinesses
             ,
             and
             not
             conclude
             my self
             unfortunate
             .
             
               Cruel
               Parents
            
             !
             that
             you
             are
             to
             rob
             me
             of
             the
             Family
             Bliss
             your
             selve●●●joyed
             ,
             by
             Ingrafting
             me
             into
             a
             wither●d
             Tree
             ,
             a
             living
             Store-house
             of
             infirmities
             ,
             
             full
             of
             Rhumatisms
             ,
             Dropsie
             ,
             Gout
             ,
             seasless
             Coughs
             ,
             and
             everlasting
             Ca●ta●rahs
             ,
             so
             he
             breaks
             my
             rest
             ,
             and
             disappoints
             me
             of
             my
             joys
             .
             O
             that
             I
             had
             been
             Wedded
             to
             my
             Grave
             ,
             when
             base
             poluting
             Gold
             tainted
             the
             Souls
             of
             my
             Indulgent
             Parents
             ,
             to
             give
             their
             Darling
             up
             a
             Sacrifice
             to
             Avarice
             .
             But
             let
             me
             stand
             a
             Sea
             mark
             to
             all
             Virgins
             ,
             warning
             them
             to
             shun
             the
             Rock
             on
             which
             the
             blooming
             Gayness
             of
             my
             Youth
             is
             Shipwrackt
             ,
             on
             which
             my
             joys
             are
             split
             ,
             those
             joys
             which
             many
             a
             sober
             Youth
             sighed
             for
             ,
             sought
             ,
             and
             as
             his
             life
             desired
             .
          
           
             Now
             I
             beheld
             in
             my
             Dream
             ,
             that
             after
             this
             stream
             of
             discontent
             had
             flowed
             in
             Words
             and
             Tears
             ,
             she
             fell
             again
             to
             Sighing
             ,
             and
             wrung
             her
             hands
             ,
             in
             which
             Melencholy
             posture
             ,
             she
             passed
             into
             
               Procurers
               Street
            
             ,
             where
             meeting
             with
             a
             Grave
             Matron
             ,
             who
             went
             amongst
             her
             Neighbours
             for
             a
             sober
             Woman
             ,
             though
             indeed
             her
             Imploy
             was
             to
             satisfie
             young
             Ladies
             modest
             Longings
             ,
             and
             help
             Brisk
             Gallants
             to
             a
             piece
             of
             Soul-ruening
             Recreation
             at
             a
             dead
             lift
             .
             This
             Madam
             ,
             the
             Precurator
             ,
             for
             so
             is
             her
             Name
             ,
             soon
             hushed
             my
             Young
             Mistrises
             lamentation
             ,
             and
             invegled
             her
             to
             the
             Palice
             of
             
             Dishonest
             Love
             ,
             where
             she
             had
             prepared
             a
             Collation
             of
             delight
             ,
             which
             proved
             so
             much
             to
             her
             satisfaction
             ,
             that
             I
             afterwards
             understood
             ,
             when
             ever
             she
             had
             occasion
             for
             Love-posse●
             ,
             she
             gave
             her
             Dotard
             the
             slip
             ,
             and
             came
             heither
             on
             Pilgramage
             .
             The
             consideration
             of
             which
             made
             me
             discant
             a
             little
             to
             the
             following
             Tune
             .
          
           
             You
             Parents
             in
             whom
             Age
             has
             quenth'd
             the
             fire
          
           
             Of
             Youthful
             thoughts
             ,
             and
             Eagar
             joys
             desire
             ,
          
           
             Consider
             not
             what
             Tyranny
             you
             use
          
           
             Toward
             those
             you
             Love
             ,
             when
             Age
             for
             Youth
             you
             chuse
             :
          
           
             Forceing
             poor
             Ladys
             upon
             Impotence
             ,
          
           
             Who
             look
             for
             joys
             ,
             that
             n'er
             can
             flow
             from
             thence
             ,
          
           
             Which
             makes
             'em
             stray
             ,
             but
             who
             's
             is
             the
             offence
             ?
          
           
             'T
             is
             you's
             ,
             who
             damn
             your
             Children
             for
             a
             sum
             ,
          
           
             And
             sink
             the
             Dotard
             into
             Cuckolddom
             .
          
           
             As
             Love
             is
             free
             ,
             so
             shou'd
             the
             Choice
             be
             still
             ,
          
           
             No
             ●●uelty's
             like
             forceing
             a
             free
             will.
             
          
           
             I
             would
             have
             proceeded
             ,
             but
             was
             interrupted
             by
             a
             Fellow
             ,
             who
             met
             us
             with
             a
             
             fire
             in
             his
             mouth
             ,
             Vomitting
             smoak
             like
             Mount
             Etna
             .
             I
             took
             him
             at
             first
             to
             be
             one
             of
             those
             Juglers
             ,
             that
             by
             false
             devices
             gull
             the
             Simple
             of
             their
             Coine
             ;
             but
             soon
             after
             I
             found
             him
             to
             be
             a
             dealer
             in
             Indian
             Weed
             ,
             and
             the
             pernicious
             Liquor
             ,
             invented
             for
             destruction
             of
             Humane
             kind
             ,
             and
             therefore
             would
             have
             passed
             him
             ;
             but
             Discovery
             knowing
             him
             to
             be
             Villany
             ,
             alyed
             to
             Knavery
             ,
             he
             would
             not
             be
             so
             satisfied
             ,
             but
             bearing
             up
             ,
             cry'd
             ,
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Hal●
             ,
             Friend
             ,
             what
             's
             the
             reason
             you
             march
             up
             and
             down
             poisoning
             the
             Ai●e
             at
             this
             ra●e
             with
             your
             Fogo
             ,
             are
             you
             preparing
             your self
             against
             you
             come
             to
             Plutos
             Mansion
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Villany
             .
          
           
             No
             Sir
             you
             are
             mistaken
             ,
             this
             smoak
             serves
             instead
             of
             Brimstone
             and
             wet
             Hay
             ,
             to
             keep
             out
             the
             Swarms
             of
             Caterpillers
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Then
             you
             should
             apply
             it
             amongst
             the
             Catchpoles
             ,
             here
             's
             no
             need
             of
             it
             in
             this
             place
             .
          
        
         
           
             Vill.
             
          
           
             They
             have
             so
             well
             fortified
             themselves
             by
             a
             continual
             usage
             ,
             that
             ,
             although
             I
             must
             confess
             they
             are
             of
             the
             largest
             sort
             of
             Catterpillers
             ,
             that
             they
             take
             it
             in
             like
             a
             Bribe
             ;
             for
             letting
             a
             Prisoner
             slip
             through
             their
             Clutches
             ,
             and
             winking
             at
             his
             escarpe
             ,
             that
             they
             may
             be
             pay'd
             for
             a
             second
             Attaque
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Dis.
             
          
           
             ●ut
             to
             wave
             this
             way
             of
             fooling
             prethee
             Friend
             can
             you
             tell
             me
             where
             a
             man
             may
             find
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Vill.
             
          
           
             Are
             they
             Men
             or
             Women
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             No
             matter
             which
             if
             you
             know
             them
             :
             do
             you
             know
             them
             ?
             if
             not
             say
             so
             ,
             and
             there
             's
             an
             end
             on
             't
             .
          
        
         
           
             Vill.
             
          
           
             Why
             you
             are
             mighty
             hasty
             Sir
             ,
             let
             me
             consider
             a
             little
             :
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             !
             Well
             I
             can
             but
             wonder
             who
             these
             should
             be
             ,
             I
             remember
             there
             were
             a
             couple
             of
             Fellows
             as
             plain
             as
             a
             Pike
             staff
             at
             my
             shop
             this
             morning
             ,
             ten
             to
             one
             but
             they
             might
             be
             the
             same
             you
             inquire
             for
             ,
             though
             I
             believe
             they
             'l
             hardly
             come
             again
             ,
             for
             whilst
             I
             stept
             down
             stairs
             to
             serve
             them
             a
             trick
             ,
             by
             putting
             a
             Cooler
             into
             their
             Liquor
             ,
             they
             shew'd
             me
             a
             trick
             for
             my
             Tas●er
             ,
             I
             would
             I
             could
             catch
             them
             :
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             These
             were
             not
             they
             Friend
             I
             'le
             asure
             you
             ,
             ●or
             they
             wrong
             ●o
             man.
             
          
        
         
           
             Vill.
             
          
           
             Then
             be
             satisfied
             I
             have
             no
             knowledge
             of
             them
             ,
             nor
             do
             I
             desire
             it
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             That
             's
             strange
             :
             Why
             Friend
             ,
             are
             you
             not
             of
             the
             Opinion
             that
             such
             good
             men
             are
             not
             worthy
             your
             Acquaintance
             .
          
        
         
           
             Vill.
             
          
           
             No
             indeed
             ,
             for
             then
             I
             could
             not
             put
             a
             pi●●
             of
             Element
             into
             each
             Gallon
             of
             
               Tickle
               ye
               ●o
               death
            
             ,
             not
             cut
             Stalks
             ,
             and
             beating
             them
             flat
             in
             a
             Mortar
             ,
             sell
             them
             sor
             
             Currant
             fume
             to
             the
             ignorant
             Bumkins
             ,
             to
             blacken
             their
             Throats
             like
             a
             Chimney
             .
             No
             nor
             drink
             a
             Man
             dead
             ,
             and
             then
             dive
             into
             the
             stoage
             of
             his
             Breeches
             ,
             and
             so
             forth
             .
             But
             I
             shall
             make
             too
             large
             a
             discovery
             to
             the
             perjudice
             of
             my
             business
             ,
             if
             I
             should
             proceed
             ,
             and
             therefore
             I
             beg
             your
             pardon
             Sir.
             
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Then
             you
             know
             not
             the
             men
             we
             inquire
             for
             ,
             you
             are
             not
             acquainted
             with
             them
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Vill.
             
          
           
             Your
             understanding
             ,
             after
             such
             a
             relation
             ,
             might
             inform
             you
             they
             are
             none
             of
             my
             Acquaintance
             ,
             though
             I
             have
             heard
             of
             them
             as
             well
             as
             my
             Neighbours
             .
             But
             if
             you
             will
             go
             to
             my
             shop
             Sir
             —
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             No
             by
             no
             means
             ,
             't
             is
             a
             dangerous
             place
             I
             perceive
             ,
             and
             therefore
             you
             may
             be
             ●oveing
             ,
             our
             business
             lys
             this
             way
             .
          
        
         
           
             Vill.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             I
             think
             you
             are
             not
             worth
             my
             stay
             ,
             I
             shan't
             have
             a
             Customer
             on
             you
             ,
             and
             so
             I
             leave
             you
             as
             not
             for
             my
             Turn
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             found
             my self
             quite
             tired
             with
             this
             Theam
             of
             Villany
             ,
             but
             could
             scarcely-fetch
             Breath
             ,
             but
             we
             heard
             an
             out-cry
             of
             
               Stop
               him
               ,
               Stop
               him
            
             ,
             and
             many
             threats
             of
             Revenge
             .
             Now
             I
             imagined
             it
             might
             be
             a
             parcel
             of
             People
             in
             persuit
             of
             some
             Pick-pocket
             or
             Shop-lifter
             .
             
             But
             casting
             up
             my
             Eys
             ,
             I
             perceived
             my self
             in
             Cuckolds-Row
             ,
             but
             could
             not
             take
             a
             serious
             view
             of
             the
             many
             various
             devices
             that
             were
             every
             where
             Portrayed
             ,
             but
             a
             fat
             Fellow
             with
             a
             Fire-fork
             in
             his
             hand
             ,
             came
             runing
             towards
             us
             ,
             puffing
             and
             blowing
             like
             a
             
               Po●pus
               ,
               Ielozic
            
             and
             Revenge
             were
             rampant
             in
             his
             Face
             ,
             when
             ,
             without
             giving
             us
             a
             word
             ,
             he
             struck
             at
             us
             with
             main
             force
             .
             But
             Discovery
             advancing
             his
             light
             ,
             the
             man
             whose
             Name
             was
             Ielozie
             recoiled
             ,
             but
             soon
             recovering
             ,
             he
             thus
             began
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ielozie
             .
          
           
             Villain
             ,
             Rogue
             ,
             or
             what
             other
             Name
             shall
             I
             give
             you
             :
             have
             I
             found
             you
             out
             at
             last
             .
             O
             Sir
             ,
             I
             thought
             I
             should
             catch
             you
             ,
             and
             now
             I
             'le
             be
             revenged
             for
             all
             the
             dishonour
             you
             have
             put
             upon
             me
             .
             ●a
             find
             Youth
             .
             Ha
             ,
             do
             you
             grin
             ,
             have
             at
             you
             then
             .
             No
             ,
             no
             ,
             Heathen
             ,
             I
             shan't
             fear
             the
             Singing
             of
             my
             Beard
             this
             bout
             .
          
           
             Now
             by
             this
             discourse
             ,
             I
             perceived
             in
             my
             Dream
             that
             he
             had
             catched
             the
             Gallant
             upon
             the
             high
             Ropes
             ,
             yet
             nor
             dareing
             to
             venture
             on
             him
             unarmed
             ,
             whilst
             he
             went
             to
             provide
             himself
             with
             a
             Weapon
             ,
             he
             had
             given
             him
             the
             slip
             ,
             and
             that
             by
             an
             unlucky
             mistake
             ,
             he
             took
             Discovery
             to
             be
             the
             man
             ,
             who
             as
             the
             dreadful
             blow
             was
             〈◊〉
             from
             the
             hand
             of
             Cornutus
             ,
             again
             
             interposed
             his
             Tapor
             ,
             which
             drove
             him
             to
             a
             distance
             ,
             and
             then
             began
             to
             reason
             with
             him
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Friend
             why
             are
             you
             thus
             inraged
             ,
             what
             have
             I
             done
             ,
             thus
             to
             incurr
             your
             anger
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Iel.
             
          
           
             Dare
             you
             ask
             me
             ,
             you
             Spawn
             of
             a
             Spider
             ,
             know
             you
             not
             well
             enough
             you
             have
             wronged
             me
             sufficiently
             ,
             for
             which
             ,
             I
             'le
             thus
             be
             revenged
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Hold
             ,
             Hold
             ,
             Friend
             ,
             and
             let
             us
             parly
             a
             little
             ,
             I
             know
             not
             in
             what
             I
             have
             offended
             ,
             therefore
             pray
             make
             me
             sensible
             of
             it
             .
          
        
         
           
             Iel.
             
          
           
             Yes
             ,
             Yes
             ,
             Sirrah
             ,
             I
             'le
             make
             you
             sensible
             of
             it
             I
             'le
             warrant
             you
             ;
             I
             'le
             batter
             your
             Coxcomb
             for
             you
             in
             return
             of
             your
             kindness
             ,
             in
             making
             me
             wear
             Antlers
             ,
             I
             will
             ,
             I
             will
             ,
             you
             Varlet
             you
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Certainly
             friend
             you
             are
             Mad
             or
             Drunk
             ,
             and
             know
             not
             what
             you
             say
             ;
             why
             here
             's
             no
             body
             has
             injured
             you
             .
          
        
         
           
             Iel.
             
          
           
             Have
             they
             not
             ,
             you
             insupportable
             Rakeshame
             !
             But
             by
             this
             you
             shall
             know
             you
             have
             .
             Ha
             ,
             you
             are
             mighty
             nimble
             ;
             well
             I
             shall
             hit
             you
             a
             ma●l
             by
             and
             by
             ,
             't
             is
             twenty
             to
             one
             else
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             won't
             you
             hear
             Reason
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Iel.
             
          
           
             No
             marry
             won't
             I
             :
             Ud●lid
             Sirrah
             ,
             reason
             me
             no
             reason
             ,
             nothing
             but
             braining
             you
             will
             serve
             my
             turn
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             for
             what
             pray
             ,
             what
             is
             the
             m●aning
             of
             all
             this
             bluster
             ?
          
        
         
           
           
             Iel.
             
          
           
             O!
             thou
             Viper
             ,
             can'st
             thou
             ask
             〈◊〉
             did
             not
             I
             catch
             you
             on
             Cockhorse
             ,
             was
             you
             not
             .
             (
             Ogrant
             me
             patience
             )
             mounted
             in
             my
             Saddle
             ,
             Ploughing
             with
             my
             Hef●er
             ,
             and
             dare
             you
             ,
             have
             you
             so
             impudent
             a
             Face
             as
             to
             reason
             the
             cause
             of
             this
             mighty
             indignation
             ,
             that
             like
             a
             Torrent
             shall
             overflow
             you
             ,
             and
             wash
             you
             into
             the
             Red
             Sea
             of
             destruction
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             You
             are
             mistaken
             Friend
             ,
             your
             Rage
             has
             blinded
             you
             ,
             I
             am
             not
             Concious
             of
             the
             injury
             you
             charge
             me
             with
             .
          
        
         
           
             Iel.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             so
             you
             have
             protested
             many
             a
             time
             ,
             which
             was
             confirmed
             by
             my
             dissembling
             Wife
             ;
             till
             I
             believed
             a
             couple
             of
             Sinners
             before
             my
             own
             Eys
             ;
             but
             I
             'le
             do
             so
             no
             more
             I
             thank
             you
             .
             O!
             Rage
             ,
             Rage
             ,
             keep
             up
             I
             say
             ,
             least
             I
             should
             grow
             Tame
             ,
             and
             lose
             my
             Revenge
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Friend
             your
             Revenge
             is
             misapply'd
             ,
             I
             never
             saw
             you
             till
             this
             hour
             .
          
        
         
           
             Iel.
             
          
           
             How
             ,
             till
             this
             hour
             !
             let
             me
             see
             a
             little
             :
             No
             verily
             I
             am
             mistaken
             ,
             you
             are
             not
             the
             man
             ,
             I
             beg
             your
             pardon
             sweet
             sented
             Sir.
             
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             See
             how
             Rage
             makes
             men
             mistake
             ,
             by
             captivating
             their
             Sences
             .
          
        
         
           
             Iel.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             '
             ●is
             very
             true
             ,
             for
             I
             might
             have
             been
             guilty
             of
             a
             mischief
             ,
             I
             should
             have
             been
             sorry
             for
             ;
             but
             I
             can
             stay
             no
             
             longer
             to
             parly
             ,
             least
             my
             anger
             cool
             before
             I
             find
             the
             Rascal
             that
             offered
             me
             the
             injury
             ,
             and
             of
             a
             Lyon
             ,
             I
             become
             a
             Mutton
             .
          
           
             Now
             I
             perceived
             in
             my
             Dream
             he
             began
             again
             to
             stretch
             his
             Legs
             ,
             till
             being
             persue
             and
             overtaken
             by
             his
             dear
             Do●ie
             ,
             she
             with
             feigned
             Sighs
             ,
             forced
             Tears
             ,
             and
             soft
             intreats
             ,
             prevailed
             with
             him
             to
             think
             himself
             mistaken
             ,
             and
             brought
             back
             this
             Man
             of
             indignation
             to
             his
             House
             in
             peace
             ,
             where
             with
             deluding
             Kisses
             ,
             she
             attoand
             for
             her
             Gallant
             ,
             and
             all
             partys
             were
             restored
             to
             the
             like
             freedom
             as
             before
             ,
             which
             put
             me
             on
             this
             merry
             pint
             .
          
           
             What
             madding
             Fools
             ,
             does
             Ielozie
             make
             men
             ?
          
           
             Who
             must
             in
             spight
             of
             all
             be
             Tame
             again
             ,
          
           
             And
             prove
             a
             Lyon
             Couchant
             in
             their
             Den.
             
          
           
             Leaving
             this
             place
             ,
             we
             passed
             into
             a
             wide
             Street
             ,
             call'd
             
               Theiving
               Ramble
            
             ,
             where
             we
             met
             a
             sharp
             fighted
             Fellow
             ,
             with
             abundance
             of
             Implements
             about
             him
             ,
             which
             expressed
             him
             a
             Practitioner
             of
             standing
             ,
             in
             the
             many
             slights
             and
             quaint
             devices
             of
             Living
             upon
             other
             mens
             Labour
             .
             This
             piece
             of
             deceit
             known
             by
             the
             Name
             of
             the
             
               Diver
               .
               Discovery
            
             would
             needs
             have
             a
             little
             .
             
             discourse
             with
             ,
             for
             who
             knows
             says
             he
             ,
             but
             a
             man
             may
             Edefie
             even
             by
             a
             Lecture
             of
             Wickedness
             ,
             so
             as
             to
             avoid
             the
             Snare
             when
             layed
             for
             himself
             ,
             and
             thereupon
             he
             advanced
             to
             meet
             him
             .
             When
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             perceived
             the
             Dialogue
             begin
             in
             the
             following
             manner
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             ●rethee
             Fellow
             what
             's
             the
             reason
             you
             are
             so
             shie
             ,
             why
             shun
             you
             us
             at
             this
             rate
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Diver
             .
          
           
             Sir
             I
             am
             not
             used
             to
             mind
             every
             body
             I
             meet
             ,
             unless
             I
             have
             a
             private
             reason
             for
             it
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Yet
             methinks
             you
             might
             not
             sneak
             as
             if
             you
             feared
             〈◊〉
             ,
             we
             are
             not
             so
             dreadful
             .
          
        
         
           
             Div.
             
          
           
             No
             not
             unless
             you
             had
             had
             a
             painted
             Staff
             ,
             or
             a
             Coat
             with
             a
             Yellow
             Lining
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             suppose
             I
             had
             both
             ,
             what
             then
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Div.
             
          
           
             Why
             then
             Sir
             I
             would
             have
             shew'd
             you
             a
             fair
             pair
             of
             Heels
             for
             your
             deverson
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Would
             you
             so
             :
             why
             then
             it
             seems
             A●thority
             is
             dreadful
             to
             you
             .
             Pray
             what
             〈◊〉
             ●our
             business
             be
             in
             the
             World
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Div.
             
          
           
             Sir
             I
             am
             of
             a
             Trade
             ,
             or
             as
             some
             will
             have
             it
             ,
             a
             Craft
             or
             Faculty
             ,
             that
             devides
             it self
             into
             many
             Branches
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             As
             how
             ,
             I
             suppose
             you
             are
             your
             Crafts
             Master
             ,
             and
             can
             inform
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             Div.
             
          
           
             Ay
             if
             I
             li●t
             I
             can
             ,
             though
             if
             I
             
             should
             ,
             it
             would
             prove
             but
             little
             to
             your
             advantage
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Howsoever
             you
             may
             do
             a
             kindness
             in
             giving
             the
             satisfaction
             demanded
             ,
             and
             lose
             nothing
             by
             it
             .
          
        
         
           
             Div.
             
          
           
             It
             may
             be
             so
             ,
             but
             whilst
             i
             'm
             discousing
             you
             ,
             I
             may
             fortune
             to
             give
             you
             a
             lift
             for
             your
             Cargo
             ,
             by
             insensibly
             diving
             into
             your
             Stoage
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Speak
             plain
             friend
             ,
             that
             I
             may
             the
             better
             understand
             you
             .
          
        
         
           
             Div.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             I
             'le
             be
             plain
             with
             you
             because
             I
             think
             you
             won't
             discover
             me
             ,
             which
             if
             I
             did
             ,
             but
             to
             wave
             that
             :
             Well
             Sir
             ,
             if
             I
             must
             be
             plain
             ,
             my
             pricipal
             Profession
             ,
             is
             the
             Acelibrated
             Mistery
             of
             Diveing
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Diveing
             ,
             for
             what
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Div.
             
          
           
             O!
             for
             pretious
             things
             ,
             the
             Indians
             have
             ten
             times
             the
             Labour
             for
             less
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             In
             what
             manner
             Dive
             you
             ,
             as
             Plundging
             into
             the
             Water
             ,
             or
             so
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Div.
             
          
           
             No
             Sir
             ,
             but
             in
             the
             Stoage
             of
             gazing
             Mortals
             ,
             who
             are
             careless
             in
             watching
             their
             Cargo
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Now
             I
             understand
             you
             ,
             you
             are
             a
             Pocket
             Diver
             ,
             &c.
             
          
        
         
           
             Div.
             
          
           
             Right
             Sir
             right
             ,
             and
             therefore
             't
             is
             best
             for
             you
             to
             look
             out
             sharp
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             I
             had
             need
             ,
             when
             I
             am
             in
             〈◊〉
             
             Company
             .
             But
             really
             I
             have
             been
             a
             long
             time
             desirous
             to
             know
             by
             what
             insensible
             slight
             you
             so
             cleaverly
             Gull
             People
             .
          
        
         
           
             Div.
             
          
           
             Perhaps
             I
             may
             rectifie
             your
             Sences
             in
             that
             matter
             ,
             a
             matter
             never
             Atchived
             without
             much
             labour
             and
             industry
             ;
             and
             thus
             I
             begin
             to
             apply
             it
             to
             your
             understanding
             .
          
           
             In
             this
             case
             ,
             when
             Pupils
             come
             to
             be
             Educated
             ,
             drawn
             away
             from
             their
             Parents
             or
             Masters
             by
             some
             of
             our
             Superious
             ,
             as
             desirous
             of
             an
             easie
             ,
             though
             Profli●●te
             life
             ▪
             there
             is
             a
             School
             as
             we
             term
             it
             ,
             for
             their
             infant
             instructions
             ,
             where
             a
             Tutor
             ,
             very
             expert
             in
             the
             business
             ,
             attends
             on
             certain
             days
             to
             read
             them
             Lectures
             ,
             for
             the
             propagation
             of
             this
             so
             much
             practiced
             Science
             ,
             when
             being
             a
             little
             perfected
             at
             the
             Theorick
             ,
             he
             brings
             them
             to
             the
             Practick
             ,
             for
             hanging
             a
             pair
             of
             Breeches
             upon
             a
             Line
             fastned
             cross
             the
             Room
             ,
             a
             little
             Bell
             is
             lightly
             placed
             by
             the
             Pocket
             ,
             and
             the
             young
             Fry
             commanded
             to
             take
             what
             they
             find
             in
             the
             Latter
             ,
             without
             so
             much
             as
             Tinkling
             the
             Former
             ,
             which
             if
             they
             do
             successfully
             ,
             they
             have
             applause
             ,
             and
             a
             small
             piece
             for
             encouragement
             ;
             but
             if
             they
             prove
             Auckward
             ,
             then
             the
             strapado
             as
             a
             Momento
             ,
             for
             the
             〈◊〉
             ,
             falls
             to
             their
             share
             :
             But
             after
             many
             
             essays
             ,
             being
             perfect
             at
             this
             ,
             they
             'l
             give
             any
             person
             the
             insensible
             bite
             ,
             let
             them
             be
             never
             so
             carefull
             ,
             unless
             like
             the
             Mayor
             of
             Queen-borough
             ,
             they
             keep
             their
             hands
             in
             their
             Pockets
             ,
             yet
             if
             so
             ,
             they
             have
             an
             Art
             to
             remove
             them
             ,
             by
             blowing
             Tobacco
             dust
             into
             their
             Eys
             ,
             instead
             of
             pretending
             to
             snuff
             it
             themselves
             ;
             or
             sprinkling
             with
             a
             little
             small
             Brush
             a
             little
             scattering
             of
             Aquafortis
             upon
             that
             part
             of
             your
             Hand
             or
             Wrist
             that
             appears
             bare
             ,
             if
             any
             do
             ,
             and
             for
             defect
             of
             that
             ,
             upon
             your
             Neck
             or
             Face
             ,
             nay
             sometimes
             in
             your
             Shoos
             ,
             or
             as
             opportunity
             gives
             occasion
             ;
             which
             burning
             or
             smarting
             ,
             puts
             the
             party
             into
             suddain
             confusion
             ,
             till
             they
             have
             done
             their
             business
             ,
             and
             seldom
             it
             is
             ,
             but
             we
             go
             two
             together
             ,
             by
             the
             Name
             of
             Budg
             and
             File
             ,
             which
             latter
             is
             the
             same
             with
             the
             Diver
             ,
             who
             's
             properly
             called
             the
             Filer
             of
             the
             Cly
             ;
             and
             then
             the
             Budg
             by
             jostling
             or
             some
             other
             affront
             ,
             creates
             a
             Quarrel
             ,
             gathers
             a
             Croud
             ,
             and
             oft
             is
             beaten
             to
             some
             purpose
             ,
             to
             give
             his
             Comrade
             opportunity
             to
             Dive
             or
             nip
             the
             Bung
             ;
             which
             latter
             is
             to
             cut
             the
             Coat
             ,
             as
             commonly
             in
             women
             ,
             when
             an
             upper
             Garment
             obstructs
             the
             ready
             passage
             ;
             nay
             having
             set
             a
             prize
             ,
             whose
             Stoage
             by
             the
             gentle
             jostle's
             ,
             understood
             
             the
             Budg
             passes
             on
             ,
             and
             at
             a
             convenient
             place
             drops
             Farthings
             ,
             or
             some
             single
             pieces
             ,
             and
             carefully
             begins
             to
             gather
             them
             just
             as
             the
             prize
             bears
             up
             ,
             who
             strait
             crys
             halves
             ,
             or
             at
             least
             stands
             gauping
             till
             the
             File
             has
             opportunity
             to
             do
             his
             business
             and
             File
             off
             ;
             nay
             in
             a
             narrow
             place
             ,
             but
             especially
             in
             the
             dark
             ,
             the
             Budg
             will
             tumble
             down
             before
             you
             ,
             and
             with
             miserable
             crys
             implore
             your
             Aide
             ,
             protesting
             he
             has
             broke
             a
             Leg
             or
             Arm
             ,
             and
             whilst
             you
             in
             compassion
             give
             him
             your
             assistance
             towards
             rearing
             him
             an
             end
             ,
             himself
             will
             give
             you
             the
             flam
             for
             all
             your
             Guilt
             ,
             and
             then
             his
             Leg
             or
             Arm
             's
             as
             sound
             as
             any
             Roach
             ,
             for
             strait
             away
             he
             trudges
             to
             the
             next
             Coverture
             .
             These
             and
             a
             Cattalogue
             of
             such
             like
             slights
             and
             dexterities
             the
             Divers
             use
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             are
             they
             not
             often
             Intercepted
             in
             the
             course
             of
             such
             deceiving
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Div.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             and
             often
             lay'd
             up
             in
             the
             Whit
             ,
             a
             place
             call'd
             the
             
               Stone
               Doblet
            
             vulgarly
             ;
             but
             we
             have
             as
             many
             shapes
             as
             Proteous
             ,
             to
             prevent
             our
             being
             known
             again
             ,
             suiting
             our
             Habit
             to
             the
             place
             and
             business
             ;
             sometimes
             we
             go
             like
             Country
             Farmers
             ,
             sometimes
             like
             Plough-men
             ,
             then
             like
             Faulconer
             or
             Forrester
             ,
             again
             〈◊〉
             Modish
             Sparks
             ,
             some
             times
             demure
             as
             
             Quakers
             ,
             and
             again
             like
             down
             right
             Citizens
             ,
             but
             all
             will
             be
             too
             long
             to
             tell
             .
             And
             now
             I
             think
             on
             't
             ,
             I
             must
             to
             the
             Thief-catcher
             ,
             from
             whom
             I
             have
             my
             Licence
             ,
             and
             pay
             my
             Monthly
             Contribution
             ,
             least
             he
             intercept
             me
             in
             my
             Ramble
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             perceived
             he
             gave
             the
             nimble
             Trip
             to
             the
             next
             Road
             ,
             call'd
             the
             
               way
               of
               Durance
            
             ,
             where
             being
             hotly
             persued
             ,
             he
             was
             run
             down
             in
             the
             Fastnesses
             of
             Stony-stay-him-there
             ,
             and
             thence
             taken
             ,
             sometime
             after
             was
             put
             Aboard
             an
             Upland
             Frigget
             ,
             which
             wanting
             a
             Rudder
             ,
             drove
             violently
             upon
             the
             Rock
             call'd
             Triple-Tree
             ,
             and
             Shipwracked
             all
             his
             Fortunes
             at
             a
             cast
             ,
             which
             put
             me
             into
             a
             Rhyming
             Humour
             ,
             as
             you
             l
             Read.
             
          
           
             The
             ways
             of
             Sin
             are
             ever
             dangerous
             found
             ,
          
           
             For
             Wickedness
             ne'r
             stands
             upon
             firm
             Ground
             ;
          
           
             Although
             the
             Sinners
             way
             at
             first
             seems
             sweet
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             Death
             and
             danger
             in
             the
             end
             he
             'l
             meet
             .
          
           
             Thus
             far
             having
             Ransacked
             many
             streets
             in
             vain
             ,
             methought
             we
             came
             into
             a
             large
             square
             place
             ,
             stored
             with
             swift
             Footed
             Animals
             ,
             exposed
             to
             Sail
             where
             men
             of
             every
             Shire
             assembled
             ,
             to
             expose
             
             or
             purchase
             ,
             here
             thought
             I
             ,
             we
             may
             be
             satisfied
             how
             matters
             go
             in
             every
             part
             .
             But
             Discovery
             perceiving
             I
             was
             big
             with
             such
             imaginations
             ,
             singles
             me
             out
             a
             man
             that
             should
             as
             to
             the
             present
             business
             give
             me
             the
             sence
             ef
             the
             rest
             ;
             and
             who
             should
             this
             be
             ,
             but
             
               Mounsier
               le
               Iockey
            
             ,
             a
             big
             set
             Fellow
             ,
             with
             Cheeks
             bloated
             and
             stretched
             with
             Oaths
             ,
             much
             like
             an
             Northern
             Bagpiper
             ;
             but
             I
             had
             not
             time
             to
             observe
             his
             other
             Excellencies
             ,
             e're
             Discovery
             thus
             began
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Friend
             you
             Travel
             much
             I
             know
             from
             Town
             to
             Town
             ,
             haunting
             each
             Faire
             ,
             and
             wake
             ,
             each
             Horse-race
             and
             all
             Inns
             of
             note
             .
             Pray
             have
             you
             heard
             of
             late
             where
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             have
             taken
             up
             their
             quarters
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Iockey
             .
          
           
             No
             not
             a
             word
             on
             't
             ,
             for
             you
             must
             know
             ,
             few
             places
             I
             frequent
             ,
             will
             entertain
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             perhaps
             you
             might
             find
             them
             Travelling
             on
             the
             Road
             or
             so
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Iock.
             
          
           
             Not
             as
             I
             remember
             ,
             or
             if
             I
             did
             ,
             I
             took
             no
             notice
             on
             them
             ,
             they
             dealing
             not
             as
             I
             suppose
             in
             Horse-flesh
             ,
             and
             I
             don't
             take
             notice
             of
             People
             upon
             the
             Road
             ,
             unless
             I
             have
             business
             with
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Then
             you
             have
             no
             business
             with
             those
             〈…〉
             ?
          
        
         
           
           
             Iock.
             
          
           
             Not
             in
             the
             least
             ,
             none
             of
             our
             Profession
             ever
             had
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             That
             's
             strange
             :
             But
             pray
             will
             you
             give
             a
             body
             an
             insight
             into
             this
             business
             ,
             that
             has
             nothing
             to
             do
             with
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Iock.
             
          
           
             If
             I
             thought
             you
             had
             any
             dealing
             with
             them
             ,
             I
             'de
             deny
             you
             your
             request
             for
             their
             sakes
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Well
             ,
             waveing
             that
             ,
             I
             hope
             you
             'l
             be
             complyant
             ,
             it
             may
             much
             advantage
             us
             .
          
        
         
           
             Iock.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             it
             may
             so
             ,
             therefore
             give
             attention
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             I
             shall
             ,
             and
             think
             my self
             Obliged
             for
             the
             Narration
             .
          
        
         
           
             Iock.
             
          
           
             It
             may
             perhaps
             be
             longer
             then
             my
             business
             may
             permit
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Therefore
             be
             as
             concise
             as
             you
             can
             .
          
        
         
           
             Iock.
             
          
           
             I
             shall
             .
             As
             first
             ,
             he
             that
             pretends
             to
             a
             
               Iockey
               ship
            
             ,
             must
             be
             well
             stocked
             with
             Impudence
             ,
             and
             Oaths
             ,
             or
             he
             can
             never
             arrive
             at
             the
             hight
             of
             that
             business
             .
             He
             must
             in
             the
             next
             place
             be
             furnished
             with
             false
             Mains
             ,
             false
             Tales
             ,
             false
             Ears
             ,
             and
             false
             Eys
             ,
             if
             such
             be
             required
             to
             Beautifie
             an
             old
             defective
             or
             diseased
             Horse
             ,
             or
             to
             disguise
             one
             that
             is
             stolen
             ,
             or
             has
             been
             often
             blown
             upon
             ;
             he
             must
             likewise
             be
             skilled
             at
             making
             Artificial
             Snips
             stars
             and
             Blases
             ,
             for
             the
             reason
             before
             
             said
             ;
             he
             must
             have
             Saddles
             with
             Sharp-wires
             in
             them
             ,
             which
             as
             he
             presses
             forward
             ,
             passing
             through
             divers
             holes
             for
             that
             purpose
             ,
             may
             prick
             the
             Horse
             ,
             and
             make
             him
             dance
             or
             caper
             ,
             as
             if
             it
             proceeded
             from
             his
             mettlesome
             Temper
             .
             Then
             must
             he
             be
             dexterous
             at
             Logging
             a
             Foundered
             Hose
             with
             Lead
             ,
             and
             by
             slitting
             the
             flank
             and
             pits
             of
             the
             Eyes
             ,
             blow
             them
             up
             with
             a
             Quill
             as
             Butchers
             do
             Veal
             ,
             to
             hide
             the
             defects
             of
             Age
             or
             bad
             keeping
             ;
             he
             must
             likewise
             use
             to
             baffet
             a
             Blind
             Horse
             ,
             whose
             blindness
             is
             not
             presently
             discernable
             ;
             as
             likewise
             to
             blow
             Ginger
             and
             Pepper
             into
             his
             Eys
             ,
             that
             when
             he
             comes
             to
             swear
             him
             sure
             Sighted
             ,
             he
             may
             with
             the
             least
             wind
             of
             his
             hand
             ,
             hat
             ,
             or
             noise
             of
             his
             switch
             ,
             vantle
             and
             toss
             up
             his
             Head
             ,
             as
             if
             he
             was
             as
             sharp
             sighted
             as
             Argus
             .
             He
             must
             have
             Balls
             of
             Dough
             ,
             Eggs
             ,
             Malmsey
             and
             Lickerish
             together
             ,
             with
             Oats
             boyled
             in
             new
             Wort
             ,
             to
             make
             a
             Horse
             that
             is
             doomed
             to
             the
             Dogs
             ,
             appear
             Fat
             on
             a
             suddain
             ,
             though
             it
             being
             but
             spungy
             ,
             will
             lose
             faster
             then
             it
             is
             gotten
             ,
             which
             makes
             many
             foolishly
             imagine
             such
             Horses
             to
             be
             bewitched
             ,
             when
             it
             is
             only
             the
             Knavery
             of
             the
             Iockey
             .
             He
             must
             likewise
             have
             the
             art
             of
             pricking
             a
             dull
             〈◊〉
             in
             the
             Spurting
             place
             ,
             and
             rub
             beaten
             
             Glass
             into
             the
             Holes
             ,
             to
             make
             the
             Horses
             winch
             upon
             the
             least
             touch
             ,
             that
             it
             may
             be
             thought
             to
             proceed
             from
             his
             mettlesome
             Temper
             .
             He
             must
             have
             the
             art
             of
             taking
             up
             the
             Fetlock
             vein
             with
             a
             Needle
             and
             a
             piece
             of
             Silk
             ,
             so
             to
             Lame
             his
             Neighbours
             Horse
             ,
             that
             the
             cure
             being
             dispaired
             of
             ,
             he
             may
             purchase
             him
             at
             an
             easie
             rate
             ;
             as
             likewise
             to
             have
             a
             large
             stone
             ready
             to
             thrust
             into
             the
             Fundament
             of
             any
             Horse
             he
             likes
             ,
             to
             make
             him
             seem
             by
             the
             trimbling
             and
             sweating
             posture
             it
             will
             put
             him
             into
             ,
             that
             he
             is
             just
             a
             dying
             ;
             nor
             can
             the
             Farrier
             in
             this
             cause
             tell
             what
             to
             do
             to
             him
             ,
             unless
             he
             knew
             the
             cause
             of
             his
             Grief
             .
             These
             and
             a
             thousand
             other
             Dexterities
             calculated
             according
             to
             the
             
               Meridian
               of
               Knavery
            
             ,
             are
             Ingredients
             that
             must
             goe
             to
             the
             making
             of
             a
             perfect
             Iockey
             ;
             but
             for
             this
             time
             let
             this
             suffice
             ,
             because
             I
             see
             a
             Chapman
             striking
             my
             Voucher
             luck
             ,
             I
             must
             be
             gone
             and
             manage
             him
             ,
             least
             he
             fly
             off
             ,
             and
             recant
             his
             bargain
             .
             Therefore
             if
             you
             seek
             for
             Honesty
             and
             Plail-dealing
             Friend
             ,
             you
             must
             inquire
             some
             where
             else
             ,
             for
             here
             's
             no
             room
             for
             them
             in
             these
             parts
             .
          
           
             Now
             I
             perceived
             in
             my
             Dream
             ,
             that
             at
             the
             racital
             of
             so
             much
             Knavery
             ,
             Discovery
             shook
             his
             head
             ,
             and
             made
             no
             answer
             ,
             but
             
             left
             this
             place
             as
             dispairing
             to
             be
             furthered
             in
             his
             search
             ,
             in
             the
             very
             Tents
             of
             Wickedness
             ,
             and
             so
             we
             passed
             into
             
               Mercyless
               street
            
             ,
             where
             we
             met
             a
             Fellow
             with
             sharp
             Teeth
             ,
             and
             long
             Paws
             ,
             Monkey
             Eyed
             ,
             and
             Hawk
             Nosed
             ,
             with
             the
             spoils
             of
             a
             Crab-Tree
             in
             his
             Hand
             ,
             and
             this
             I
             understood
             to
             be
             a
             Catch-pole
             ,
             the
             very
             Catterpiller
             of
             the
             Nation
             ;
             and
             although
             we
             knew
             we
             should
             not
             better
             our selves
             by
             his
             communication
             ,
             yet
             perceiving
             mischief
             in
             his
             Face
             ,
             methought
             we
             were
             somewhat
             desirous
             of
             discoursing
             him
             ,
             if
             but
             to
             divert
             him
             from
             evil
             purposes
             ;
             and
             therefore
             Discovery
             put
             the
             usual
             Question
             ,
             when
             at
             the
             name
             of
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             ,
             he
             gave
             a
             Leap
             ,
             which
             canted
             him
             quite
             cross
             the
             way
             ,
             crying
             out
             ,
             
               I
               defie
               ye
               ,
               I
               defie
               ye
               .
            
             Which
             at
             first
             made
             me
             imagine
             he
             took
             us
             for
             fallen
             Angels
             ,
             but
             after
             many
             intreats
             ,
             we
             brought
             him
             to
             a
             little
             more
             moderation
             ▪
             when
             I
             fancyed
             in
             my
             Dream
             ,
             that
             thus
             the
             talk
             went
             on
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Friend
             ,
             are
             you
             acquainted
             in
             these
             parts
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Catch-pole
             .
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             I
             think
             I
             am
             :
             But
             what
             〈◊〉
             that
             pray
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Do
             you
             know
             the
             men
             I
             ask'd
             you
             for
             ,
             〈…〉
             me
             if
             you
             do
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Catch-p
             .
          
           
             Pray
             Sir
             what
             e're
             you
             are
             ,
             forbear
             to
             ask
             me
             such
             a
             Question
             ,
             for
             I
             vow
             I
             take
             it
             as
             no
             small
             affront
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Affront
             !
             as
             how
             :
             Pray
             what
             is
             offered
             ,
             that
             may
             reasonably
             give
             offence
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Catch-p
             .
          
           
             Those
             you
             have
             named
             ,
             call
             to
             mind
             past
             actions
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Do
             you
             remember
             them
             ?
             then
             have
             you
             had
             formerly
             any
             acquaintance
             with
             them
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Catch-p
             .
          
           
             Yes
             I
             remember
             them
             ,
             and
             put
             my
             hand
             to
             that
             ,
             that
             ruin'd
             them
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             How
             are
             they
             Ruin'd
             then
             ?
             why
             sure
             it
             cannot
             be
             :
             But
             if
             it
             be
             so
             ,
             pray
             tell
             us
             by
             what
             means
             it
             was
             effected
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Catch-p
             .
          
           
             Friend
             ,
             though
             I
             hate
             to
             hear
             their
             Names
             ,
             yet
             something
             I
             'le
             declare
             to
             give
             you
             an
             insight
             into
             the
             manner
             of
             it
             ,
             that
             you
             may
             the
             better
             Guess
             the
             rest
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             It
             will
             be
             wondefully
             to
             our
             purpose
             ,
             pray
             let
             's
             lose
             no
             time
             .
          
        
         
           
             Catch-p
             .
          
           
             No
             none
             to
             speak
             off
             ,
             but
             to
             the
             purpose
             ;
             having
             run
             through
             many
             a
             mass
             of
             Villanys
             ,
             and
             been
             injurious
             too
             much
             to
             tell
             ,
             I
             studied
             what
             undertaking
             yet
             not
             put
             in
             practice
             ,
             could
             further
             me
             in
             being
             mischevious
             to
             Man-kind
             ;
             and
             in
             conclusion
             ,
             pitched
             upon
             the
             High
             preferment
             of
             being
             Dubb'd
             Knight
             of
             the
             
             
               Triple
               Tree
            
             ,
             But
             upon
             second
             thought
             ,
             I
             found
             in
             such
             a
             case
             ,
             I
             should
             be
             Instrumental
             ,
             only
             in
             dispatching
             Vice
             out
             of
             the
             World
             ,
             by
             the
             assistance
             of
             Hatchet
             or
             Hemp.
             
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             this
             pleased
             you
             not
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Catch-p
             .
          
           
             No
             indeed
             ,
             for
             I
             was
             ever
             such
             a
             friend
             to
             it
             ,
             that
             I
             wish'd
             it
             prosperous
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             to
             what
             Resolution
             came
             you
             next
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Catch-p
             .
          
           
             The
             very
             business
             I
             officiate
             now
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             A
             Catch-pole
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Catch-p
             .
          
           
             Yes
             ,
             a
             Blood-sucking
             Catch-pole
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             How
             !
             you
             are
             not
             sure
             so
             desperate
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Catch-p
             .
          
           
             No
             less
             Sir
             ,
             for
             being
             fleshed
             to
             cruelty
             before
             ,
             I
             now
             had
             opportunity
             to
             put
             it
             in
             practice
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             As
             how
             ,
             let
             's
             hear
             a
             little
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Catch-p
             .
          
           
             Why
             to
             pass
             over
             the
             bribing
             business
             ,
             putting
             the
             slip
             upon
             the
             Creditor
             ,
             taking
             Fees
             extravagant
             on
             either
             side
             ,
             and
             sending
             notice
             of
             a
             danger
             near
             ,
             that
             I
             might
             live
             upon
             the
             spoyl
             the
             longer
             ,
             and
             be
             ever
             treated
             with
             the
             best
             ;
             for
             that
             which
             I
             call'd
             Civility
             ,
             which
             in
             the
             plain
             sence
             was
             Knavery
             .
             I
             took
             at
             higher
             Games
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Games
             ,
             was
             you
             for
             Gameing
             too
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Catth-p
             .
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             a
             very
             Rook
             at
             Gameing
             ,
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             if
             you
             find
             them
             ,
             knows
             it
             well
             enough
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             It
             may
             be
             so
             ,
             but
             more
             's
             the
             pitty
             ,
             ●ut
             howsoever
             out
             with
             it
             .
          
        
         
           
             Catch-p
             .
          
           
             A
             Volum
             scarely
             will
             contain
             particulars
             ,
             therefore
             expect
             not
             I
             should
             stay
             to
             tell
             you
             all
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             No
             ,
             but
             the
             most
             material
             passages
             .
          
        
         
           
             Catch-p
             .
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             the
             most
             material
             passages
             ,
             as
             thus
             ,
             When
             any
             Youngster
             had
             more
             Land
             then
             Wit
             ,
             I
             had
             my
             Vserer
             at
             hand
             to
             daub
             him
             in
             the
             Fist
             with
             a
             supply
             of
             Cash
             ,
             which
             not
             being
             paid
             at
             the
             time
             perfixed
             ,
             my
             business
             was
             to
             Sease
             him
             ,
             which
             put
             him
             into
             a
             peck
             of
             Troubles
             ,
             as
             not
             having
             wherewith
             in
             present
             Coin
             to
             satisfie
             them
             ,
             then
             would
             he
             ask
             me
             what
             he
             must
             do
             ;
             why
             truly
             said
             I
             ,
             there
             is
             but
             one
             way
             ,
             give
             me
             Bond
             and
             Judgment
             ,
             and
             I
             'le
             lay
             the
             Cole
             down
             .
             This
             he
             joyfully
             consents
             to
             ,
             without
             defesance
             or
             any
             other
             consideration
             ,
             glad
             at
             his
             heart
             that
             he
             has
             met
             with
             such
             a
             friend
             ,
             for
             which
             I
             had
             ten
             Guineys
             in
             hand
             ;
             but
             this
             joy
             's
             soon
             turned
             to
             mourning
             ,
             for
             presently
             after
             ,
             pretending
             some
             mistrust
             ,
             I
             seize
             upon
             my
             Gentleman
             and
             
             his
             substance
             ,
             keep
             him
             close
             from
             those
             few
             Friends
             he
             has
             ,
             till
             I
             have
             rook'd
             him
             of
             that
             little
             Patrimony
             he
             had
             left
             ,
             at
             half
             the
             value
             ,
             so
             that
             within
             a
             while
             ,
             being
             turned
             out
             of
             all
             ;
             he
             's
             forced
             to
             wander
             in
             the
             Land
             of
             Poverty
             ,
             when
             not
             being
             capable
             of
             any
             business
             to
             support
             himself
             ,
             he
             falls
             into
             such
             ways
             ,
             as
             bring
             him
             frequently
             to
             a
             disgraceful
             end
             :
             Nor
             is
             this
             practiced
             on
             the
             young
             ,
             but
             those
             of
             Elder
             years
             ,
             the
             labour
             of
             an
             Agel
             thus
             have
             swept
             away
             ,
             made
             some
             hundreds
             miserable
             ,
             and
             gained
             a
             plentiful
             subsistance
             on
             their
             Ruine
             ;
             whilst
             they
             ,
             their
             Wives
             and
             Children
             sigh'd
             in
             vain
             ,
             and
             sought
             a
             restitution
             with
             their
             Tears
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             This
             was
             something
             barbarous
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Catch-p
             .
          
           
             The
             more
             the
             better
             ,
             such
             cruelty
             suits
             with
             my
             Nature
             best
             ;
             the
             Musick
             of
             Oppression
             sounds
             the
             sweetest
             in
             my
             Ears
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             was
             you
             never
             call'd
             to
             give
             account
             for
             this
             ,
             was
             no
             notice
             taken
             on
             't
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Catch-p
             .
          
           
             Yes
             ,
             and
             severely
             handled
             :
             but
             I
             got
             by
             it
             though
             ,
             for
             quickly
             after
             I
             found
             a
             means
             to
             ruine
             the
             Complainants
             ,
             by
             presentments
             ,
             indictments
             ,
             sobb
             actions
             ,
             outlawrys
             ,
             obtained
             without
             their
             privity
             and
             the
             like
             ,
             when
             for
             atto●●m●nt
             ,
             Bills
             of
             Sale
             insued
             ;
             which
             
             swept
             away
             the
             small
             Remainder
             of
             substance
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             did
             not
             Conscience
             check
             you
             ●eitterating
             those
             inhumane
             Practices
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Catch-p
             .
          
           
             Conscience
             ,
             I
             think
             you
             say
             :
             why
             Friend
             ,
             i
             'm
             sorry
             you
             should
             be
             so
             ●ar
             out
             of
             the
             way
             ,
             as
             to
             mention
             Conscience
             to
             me
             ,
             when
             I
             have
             told
             you
             thus
             much
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Then
             you
             have
             none
             it
             seems
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Catch-p
             .
          
           
             You
             hit
             me
             to
             a
             Hair
             :
             for
             if
             I
             had
             ,
             I
             had
             not
             been
             such
             a
             mortal
             Enemy
             to
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             ;
             but
             my
             business
             calls
             me
             hence
             ,
             therefore
             be
             satisfied
             with
             what
             you
             have
             heard
             ,
             and
             so
             I
             take
             my
             leave
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             perceived
             he
             had
             left
             us
             ,
             and
             we
             e'ne
             was
             glad
             he
             had
             done
             so
             for
             I
             could
             never
             hear
             of
             any
             one
             that
             cared
             for
             his
             Society
             after
             they
             heard
             his
             name
             for
             this
             man
             came
             of
             the
             Race
             of
             him
             ,
             Queved●
             found
             the
             Devil
             in
             possession
             ,
             of
             which
             made
             me
             recollect
             a
             thousand
             more
             of
             his
             disorders
             .
             The
             burden
             of
             which
             ,
             methought
             so
             sorely
             pinch'd
             the
             Shoulders
             of
             the
             Poor
             ,
             that
             their
             lamentable
             crys
             awoke
             me
             ,
             and
             beheld
             it
             was
             a
             Dream
             .
             so
             rising
             from
             my
             recumbancy
             ,
             and
             perceiving
             the
             Sun
             had
             made
             his
             western
             Throne
             in
             Clouds
             of
             Dust
             ;
             I
             was
             much
             thoughtful
             ,
             
             and
             intent
             on
             what
             had
             passed
             ,
             but
             the
             day
             being
             far
             spent
             ,
             home
             I
             returned
             ,
             and
             entered
             my
             Closet
             to
             meditate
             of
             Various
             things
             ,
             but
             most
             of
             all
             of
             what
             had
             happened
             ,
             or
             occured
             to
             my
             past
             fancy
             ;
             but
             as
             if
             sleep
             had
             gained
             this
             day
             ,
             intire
             against
             my
             will
             ,
             my
             noding
             front
             began
             to
             droop
             ,
             and
             a
             dissolving
             seized
             my
             every
             part
             ,
             when
             fancy
             or
             imagination
             soon
             became
             as
             active
             as
             before
             ;
             the
             wandering
             Soul
             ,
             that
             never
             yields
             to
             slumber
             ,
             sported
             with
             various
             Idea's
             ,
             fancying
             my self
             to
             be
             in
             a
             Gloomy
             place
             .
          
           
             I
             Dreamed
             ,
             and
             in
             my
             Dream
             beheld
             a
             light
             much
             like
             an
             Exhaulation
             rise
             before
             me
             ,
             which
             Glimering
             a
             while
             ,
             preed
             sent
             my
             old
             friend
             Discovery
             ,
             at
             whose
             sight
             I
             was
             somewhat
             refreshed
             ,
             though
             my
             thoughts
             was
             tired
             with
             former
             imaginations
             ;
             but
             before
             I
             could
             ask
             him
             any
             question
             ,
             he
             told
             me
             he
             had
             been
             taking
             a
             view
             of
             many
             misterious
             things
             ,
             and
             in
             his
             search
             met
             with
             a
             man
             in
             shining
             Raiments
             ,
             who
             had
             given
             him
             a
             prospect
             of
             Deaths
             Empire
             ,
             and
             the
             course
             of
             Time
             ,
             telling
             him
             ,
             the
             day
             was
             at
             hand
             in
             which
             they
             should
             be
             no
             more
             ,
             and
             that
             we
             were
             they
             ,
             
               on
               whom
               the
               Ends
               of
               the
               World
               is
               come
            
             ;
             wherefore
             he
             admo●●●ed
             ,
             
               All
               Men
               every
               where
               to
               Repent
               ,
               and
               
               ●ut
               away
               the
               evil
               of
               their
               doings
               ,
            
             for
             the
             ●our
             would
             suddainly
             come
             ,
             in
             which
             no
             Secret
             should
             be
             hid
             ,
             and
             therefore
             advised
             them
             
               to
               walk
               Honestly
               ,
               &c.
            
             
             And
             that
             leading
             him
             to
             an
             exceeding
             high
             place
             ,
             he
             had
             given
             him
             a
             prospect
             of
             Eternity
             ,
             Judgement
             ,
             and
             many
             glorious
             things
             .
             But
             hefore
             he
             had
             time
             to
             mention
             the
             particulars
             ,
             we
             were
             arrived
             at
             a
             fair
             Village
             ,
             called
             the
             Village
             of
             Self-deceiving
             ,
             yet
             he
             had
             so
             much
             time
             as
             to
             tell
             me
             the
             mans
             Name
             was
             Evangelist
             e're
             we
             Entered
             it
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             perceived
             this
             Village
             ,
             though
             but
             a
             Village
             in
             name
             ,
             might
             have
             passed
             for
             a
             populous
             City
             ,
             it
             being
             every
             where
             pestered
             with
             thro●ghing
             Crouds
             of
             all
             Nations
             ;
             and
             here
             it
             was
             that
             we
             rosolved
             to
             prosecu●e
             our
             inquiry
             ,
             but
             found
             the
             inhabitants
             so
             self-conceited
             ,
             that
             we
             began
             to
             dispair
             of
             gaining
             instructions
             ,
             for
             every
             where
             I
             perceived
             ,
             they
             were
             for
             
               putting
               far
               away
               the
               Evil
               day
               ,
            
             and
             flattered
             themselves
             ,
             that
             if
             in
             the
             December
             of
             their
             Age
             they
             cast
             off
             Vice
             ,
             and
             open
             their
             Arms
             to
             Virtue
             ,
             she
             would
             then
             infallibly
             conduct
             them
             to
             the
             
               Celestial
               City
            
             ,
             for
             theither
             I
             perceived
             they
             hopped
             to
             arrive
             in
             the
             end
             ,
             though
             they
             went
             the
             contrary
             Road
             ,
             and
             put
             off
             
             all
             inquiry
             ,
             as
             to
             their
             being
             right
             〈◊〉
             wrong
             ,
             till
             they
             came
             to
             the
             end
             of
             thei●●ace
             ;
             though
             as
             I
             understood
             ,
             ther●
             were
             Inns
             and
             Stages
             where
             Guides
             resid●●ed
             ,
             on
             purpose
             to
             direct
             Travellers
             ,
             bu●
             although
             they
             offered
             their
             Service
             without
             Reward
             ,
             yet
             would
             it
             not
             be
             accepted
             ,
             because
             these
             Guides
             would
             not
             suffer
             them
             to
             cast
             their
             Eys
             upon
             the
             Gaudy
             Vanities
             ,
             Flattery
             and
             Delusion
             had
             cast
             in
             the
             way
             ,
             nor
             to
             harbour
             wandering
             thoughts
             ,
             and
             lustful
             imaginations
             ,
             which
             as
             I
             perceived
             ,
             were
             their
             Darling
             Companions
             ,
             and
             if
             they
             were
             check'd
             for
             entertaining
             them
             ,
             they
             would
             presently
             be
             Angry
             ,
             and
             cry
             out
             ,
             
               what
               a
               doo
               do
               you
               make
               ,
               the
               way
               is
               exceeding
               long
               ,
               and
               would
               be
               tiresome
               without
               these
               our
               dear
               Companions
               ,
               whom
               we
               intend
               to
               leave
               when
               we
               come
               near
               the
            
             Celestial
             Gate
             ;
             
               Ay
               ,
               shake
               them
               off
               ,
               e're
               we
               come
               into
               the
               presence
               of
               the
               Lord
               of
               that
               City
               .
            
             And
             thus
             I
             understood
             they
             put
             it
             off
             from
             time
             to
             time
             ,
             till
             in
             the
             end
             there
             was
             no
             time
             longer
             ,
             or
             at
             least
             so
             little
             ,
             that
             Grace
             having
             left
             'em
             ,
             they
             had
             not
             the
             power
             to
             shake
             off
             their
             worly
             Companions
             ,
             who
             had
             Accompanied
             them
             in
             the
             whole
             course
             of
             their
             Lives
             ,
             but
             they
             would
             along
             with
             them
             into
             the
             Regions
             of
             Eternity
             ,
             whether
             
             they
             would
             or
             no
             ;
             and
             there
             Iudgement
             finding
             them
             wandering
             in
             an
             infinite
             labrinth
             of
             unmesurable
             spaces
             ,
             (
             for
             into
             the
             
               Celestial
               City
            
             they
             were
             not
             suffered
             to
             enter
             )
             he
             plundged
             them
             into
             everlasting
             Confusion
             ,
             
               appointing
               them
               their
               Portion
               with
               Hippocrites
               and
               Vnbelievers
               ,
            
             to
             bewail
             their
             past
             folly
             ,
             to
             Ages
             without
             number
             ,
             considering
             too
             late
             ,
             that
             it
             had
             been
             better
             for
             them
             to
             have
             taken
             the
             Council
             of
             the
             Wise-man
             ,
             
               viz.
               Remember
               thy
               Creator
               ,
               in
               the
               days
               of
               thy
               Youth
               ,
               &c.
               
            
             Then
             by
             giving
             themselves
             up
             to
             
               Covetousness
               ,
               Extortion
               ,
               Fraud
               ,
               Oppression
               ,
            
             and
             the
             like
             ,
             to
             gain
             a
             plentiful
             Estate
             for
             those
             that
             should
             come
             after
             them
             ,
             who
             perhaps
             by
             the
             in●oyment
             ,
             were
             overwhelmed
             in
             
               Pride
               ,
               Luxurie
               ,
               Vncleanness
               ,
               Drunkenness
               ,
            
             and
             the
             like
             ,
             to
             the
             hazard
             of
             their
             Salvation
             or
             a
             Death-bed
             Repentance
             ,
             which
             is
             seldome
             sinceir
             ;
             and
             wonderfully
             questionable
             whether
             acceptable
             when
             the
             party
             is
             brought
             to
             a
             period
             ,
             and
             in
             no
             longer
             a
             Capacity
             of
             Sinning
             .
             These
             considerations
             made
             me
             sad
             ,
             and
             I
             verely
             perswaded
             my self
             ,
             did
             men
             but
             rightly
             understand
             the
             Excellency
             of
             Virtue
             ,
             or
             were
             not
             willfully
             blind
             to
             the
             ugliness
             of
             Vice
             ,
             this
             world
             would
             prove
             as
             happy
             a
             Paradice
             to
             us
             ,
             as
             Eden
             did
             to
             our
             
             first
             Parents
             in
             their
             state
             of
             innocence
             .
             But
             whilst
             these
             things
             carryed
             me
             away
             ,
             perceived
             in
             my
             Dream
             ,
             that
             Discovery
             was
             making
             observations
             on
             many
             antick
             figures
             ,
             and
             Monuments
             with
             inscriptions
             ,
             which
             represented
             in
             Hirogliphics
             ,
             
               Vprightness
               ,
               Truth
               ,
               Honesty
               ,
               Conversation
               ,
            
             and
             the
             like
             ,
             to
             which
             some
             of
             the
             inhabitants
             had
             great
             regard
             ;
             but
             for
             the
             Major
             part
             ,
             I
             perceived
             they
             minded
             none
             of
             〈◊〉
             ,
             except
             one
             richly
             Guilded
             .
             Statue
             inscribed
             Self-ends
             ,
             and
             to
             him
             they
             payed
             their
             dayly
             offerings
             ,
             because
             as
             I
             understood
             ,
             they
             imagined
             he
             chiefly
             promoted
             their
             intrest
             in
             Worldly
             matters
             ;
             here
             we
             found
             likewise
             the
             foot-steps
             of
             Plain-dealing
             ,
             which
             we
             traced
             till
             we
             quite
             lost
             sight
             of
             the
             Village
             of
             Self-deceiving
             ,
             and
             arrived
             at
             the
             Foot
             of
             a
             high
             Mountain
             ,
             called
             ,
             Fond-Imagination
             ,
             on
             which
             stood
             the
             Town
             of
             Vain-hope
             ,
             and
             up
             this
             Mountain
             ,
             divers
             Persons
             were
             Clambering
             ,
             with
             might
             and
             main
             ,
             some
             made
             such
             hast
             ,
             that
             not
             taking
             good
             Footing
             ,
             when
             near
             the
             Top
             ,
             they
             tumbled
             down
             again
             unto
             the
             Valley
             ,
             where
             falling
             into
             the
             Torrent
             of
             Distrust
             ,
             they
             were
             violently
             hurried
             into
             the
             Lake
             of
             Dispair
             ,
             and
             there
             for
             ever
             lost
             .
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             ,
             I
             perceived
             a
             Person
             ,
             
             whom
             I
             conceited
             I
             had
             formerly
             known
             ,
             puffing
             and
             sweating
             to
             gain
             the
             Ascent
             ,
             which
             I
             hinting
             to
             Discovery
             ,
             he
             told
             me
             ,
             if
             I
             would
             give
             him
             the
             hearing
             ,
             he
             would
             enter
             into
             a
             discourse
             with
             him
             .
             Ay
             ,
             gladly
             said
             I
             ,
             and
             thereupon
             we
             soon
             over
             took
             him
             ,
             whose
             Name
             was
             Indifferency
             ,
             and
             thus
             I
             perceived
             they
             began
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Friend
             ,
             how
             far
             came
             you
             ,
             that
             you
             are
             thus
             disordered
             with
             heat
             ?
             it
             should
             denote
             you
             have
             Travelled
             much
             .
          
        
         
           
             Indifferency
             .
          
           
             No
             ,
             no
             Sir
             ,
             not
             very
             much
             ,
             I
             came
             but
             from
             the
             Village
             of
             Self-deceiving
             .
             That
             place
             I
             must
             confess
             I
             have
             lided
             in
             a
             long
             time
             ,
             but
             it
             lys
             so
             low
             ,
             that
             it
             gives
             a
             man
             no
             full
             Prospect
             of
             things
             at
             a
             distance
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             therefore
             you
             are
             going
             to
             inhabit
             the
             Mountain
             of
             Fond-imagination
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ind.
             
          
           
             Ay
             ,
             ay
             ,
             the
             Town
             you
             see
             so
             finely
             Scituate
             ,
             was
             Built
             by
             Flattery
             ,
             and
             thether
             I
             am
             bent
             ,
             my
             Materials
             I
             have
             sent
             before
             to
             be
             in
             readiness
             againg
             my
             arrival
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Your
             Materials
             :
             as
             what
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ind.
             
          
           
             Why
             Sir
             ,
             wherewithal
             to
             subsist
             whilst
             I
             stay
             here
             ,
             which
             I
             don't
             intend
             shall
             be
             long
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             But
             what
             are
             they
             pray
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ind.
             
          
           
             Why
             Desire
             ,
             and
             Fancy
             ,
             with
             a
             considerable
             quantity
             of
             Deserts
             ,
             made
             of
             
             Alms
             ,
             and
             good
             turns
             ,
             and
             indifferency
             in
             Opinion
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             And
             to
             what
             purpose
             serve
             these
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ind.
             
          
           
             Why
             to
             support
             me
             in
             the
             way
             to
             the
             
               Celestial
               City
            
             ,
             whether
             I
             am
             Travelling
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             Alas
             Friend
             ,
             you
             mistake
             the
             Road
             ,
             this
             is
             not
             the
             way
             ,
             the
             Town
             before
             you●s
             call'd
             Vain-hope
             ,
             you
             should
             have
             struck
             off
             to
             the
             right
             hand
             ,
             where
             the
             ways
             part
             ,
             and
             for
             your
             further
             instructions
             ,
             have
             read
             the
             superscriptions
             on
             the
             Piramid
             of
             
               Truth
               ▪
            
             and
             that
             would
             have
             informed
             you
             what
             would
             have
             brought
             you
             thether
             .
             As
             thus
             ,
             
               Be
               faithful
               unto
               Death
               ,
               and
               I
               will
               give
               you
               a
               Crown
               of
               Life
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Ind.
             
          
           
             Well
             ,
             well
             ,
             you
             may
             say
             what
             you
             will
             ,
             but
             I
             know
             what
             I
             have
             to
             do
             I
             'le
             warr●●●
             you
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             It
             's
             well
             if
             you
             are
             not
             deceived
             in
             the
             end
             :
             you
             say
             the
             Town
             before
             us
             was
             built
             by
             Self-flattery
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ind.
             
          
           
             Yes
             ,
             I
             do
             so
             ,
             and
             yet
             there
             may
             lye
             a
             way
             through
             it
             for
             all
             that
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             'T
             is
             very
             unlikely
             ,
             and
             almost
             impossible
             .
             This
             Self-flattery's
             the
             World
             ,
             and
             he
             bult
             this
             Town
             of
             Vain-hope
             ,
             to
             delude
             Travellers
             ,
             by
             inticeing
             them
             out
             of
             the
             way
             ,
             that
             in
             it
             they
             might
             be
             induc●●●
             〈◊〉
             rest
             themselves
             satisfied
             ,
             upon
             the
             
             Fouddation
             of
             a
             Bare-belief
             ,
             or
             at
             most
             a
             
               deviding
               the
               heart
            
             (
             which
             should
             be
             wholly
             offered
             to
             the
             King
             of
             the
             
               Celestial
               City
            
             )
             between
             him
             and
             Mammon
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ind.
             
          
           
             And
             may
             not
             that
             be
             safely
             done
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             By
             no
             means
             ,
             if
             ever
             you
             expect
             to
             have
             admition
             into
             the
             Realms
             of
             Light.
             
          
        
         
           
             Ind.
             
          
           
             Well
             ,
             you
             may
             believe
             as
             you
             will
             ,
             and
             I
             'le
             do
             as
             I
             think
             fit
             ,
             I
             hope
             I
             have
             many
             Years
             to
             Travel
             in
             yet
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             end
             ,
             if
             I
             find
             that
             this
             is
             not
             the
             right
             way
             ,
             I
             can
             leave
             it
             ,
             a●d
             strike
             into
             another
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             It
             may
             not
             perhaps
             be
             in
             your
             power
             ,
             a
             suddain
             Tempest
             may
             overwhelm
             you
             ,
             you
             may
             meet
             with
             
               Diffidence
               ,
               Dispair
               ,
               or
               Delusion
               ,
            
             who
             will
             hinder
             it
             .
             Nor
             can
             you
             tell
             what
             time
             you
             have
             to
             Travel
             in
             ,
             for
             perhaps
             when
             you
             imagine
             it
             to
             be
             Noon
             ,
             the
             Sun
             may
             be
             setting
             ,
             and
             so
             being
             left
             in
             the
             Region
             of
             Death
             ,
             all
             things
             returning
             ,
             will
             be
             cut
             off
             ,
             and
             you
             'l
             too
             late
             find
             your self
             out
             of
             the
             way
             .
             Therefore
             
               be
               Sober
               and
               Vigilent
            
             ,
             least
             you
             are
             surprized
             before
             you
             expect
             it
             .
          
        
         
           
             Ind.
             
          
           
             Well
             ,
             well
             ,
             this
             shan't
             fright
             me
             from
             passing
             to
             the
             Town
             before
             me
             ,
             I
             find
             your
             drift
             ,
             you
             'd
             fain
             put
             me
             out
             of
             conceit
             with
             my
             business
             in
             the
             World
             ,
             but
             that
             won't
             take
             I
             'le
             asure
             you
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             More
             is
             the
             pitty
             :
             But
             now
             you
             talk
             of
             business
             in
             the
             World
             ,
             have
             you
             ever
             met
             with
             Honesty
             and
             Plain-dealing
             in
             your
             Travels
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ind.
             
          
           
             Do
             they
             use
             to
             ●requent
             this
             Road
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             No
             verily
             ,
             I
             believe
             not
             :
             But
             have
             you
             been
             in
             no
             other
             Road
             than
             this
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ind.
             
          
           
             Yes
             divers
             ,
             as
             Overreaching-Lane
             ,
             which
             leads
             to
             the
             Town
             of
             
               Deceiving
               ,
               Cou●ening
               Road
            
             ,
             and
             a
             great
             part
             of
             the
             way
             towards
             the
             City
             of
             Extortion
             .
          
        
         
           
             Disc.
             
          
           
             I
             suppose
             you
             found
             them
             not
             in
             any
             of
             these
             :
             But
             do
             you
             pretend
             to
             the
             
               Celestial
               City
            
             ,
             and
             have
             been
             a●
             wanderer
             in
             the
             crooked
             paths
             that
             lead
             to
             the
             Gates
             of
             Pe●dition
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Ind.
             
          
           
             Well
             ,
             Well
             ,
             't
             is
             no
             matter
             what
             I
             prete●d
             to
             :
             Well
             Sir
             ,
             you
             may
             e'ne
             mind
             your
             own
             business
             ,
             for
             now
             I
             'm
             arrived
             where
             I
             would
             be
             ,
             I
             shan't
             give
             you
             any
             further
             hearing
             ,
             for
             
               every
               Tubb
               must
               stand
               upon
               〈◊〉
               own
               Bottom
               .
            
          
           
             Now
             in
             my
             Dream
             ,
             I
             perceived
             we
             Arrived
             at
             the
             Town
             of
             Vain-hope
             ,
             where
             we
             fo●nd
             a
             great
             number
             of
             People
             〈◊〉
             as
             if
             they
             were
             in
             the
             greatest
             〈◊〉
             imaginable
             ,
             every
             one
             being
             〈◊〉
             of
             his
             own
             opinion
             ,
             to
             which
             they
             
             were
             wretchedly
             Wedded
             ,
             by
             
               Error
               ,
               Flattery
            
             ,
             and
             Delusion
             ,
             to
             whom
             they
             gave
             the
             greatest
             Credit
             imaginable
             ,
             and
             the
             rather
             because
             they
             deceived
             them
             with
             false
             Glasses
             ,
             called
             the
             Glasses
             of
             Vain-hope
             ,
             which
             gave
             them
             a
             prospect
             of
             Heaven
             and
             Earth
             at
             once
             ,
             promising
             them
             all
             the
             pleasures
             and
             delights
             of
             this
             World
             ,
             and
             a
             full
             fruition
             of
             the
             next
             ,
             which
             made
             them
             chose
             the
             broad
             way
             ,
             that
             was
             spread
             with
             Roses
             ,
             and
             overshaded
             with
             Gessamie
             ,
             the
             way
             that
             leads
             to
             the
             Land
             of
             Perdition
             ,
             and
             refuseth
             the
             
               Thorney
               way
               of
               Life
            
             as
             too
             tedious
             and
             troublesome
             ;
             when
             as
             they
             fondly
             imagined
             they
             lead
             to
             one
             and
             the
             same
             place
             ,
             and
             so
             they
             supinely
             trifled
             out
             their
             days
             in
             a
             secure
             sloath
             and
             ease
             .
             Till
             in
             my
             Dream
             I
             beheld
             a
             dark
             Cloud
             arrising
             from
             the
             Land
             of
             Obstinacy
             ,
             overspread
             them
             ,
             whereupon
             they
             layed
             them
             down
             to
             sleep
             ,
             whilst
             the
             Bride-groom
             passed
             by
             ;
             but
             being
             a
             little
             startled
             at
             the
             noise
             ,
             they
             got
             up
             on
             their
             Feet
             ,
             and
             attempted
             to
             follow
             ,
             but
             being
             still
             in
             a
             thick
             Fog
             ,
             they
             stumbled
             at
             every
             three
             or
             four
             steps
             ,
             and
             in
             the
             end
             ,
             fell
             altogether
             in
             the
             Lake
             of
             Fear
             and
             Amazment
             ,
             where
             they
             again
             found
             those
             Consciences
             they
             had
             stifled
             ,
             which
             now
             
             upbraided
             them
             with
             their
             neglect
             and
             folly
             ,
             their
             slighting
             the
             Golden
             opportunities
             of
             Grace
             ,
             Wisdorn
             ,
             for
             trifling
             Vanities
             ,
             spending
             those
             pretious
             moments
             wherein
             they
             should
             have
             trod
             the
             paths
             of
             Righteousness
             ,
             at
             the
             end
             of
             which
             is
             Eternal
             Life
             ,
             in
             studying
             to
             overeach
             their
             Neighbours
             Circumvent
             ,
             their
             dearest
             Friends
             ,
             meditate
             revenge
             ,
             and
             hoard
             up
             ill
             gotten
             gain
             ,
             which
             cannot
             avail
             in
             the
             day
             of
             Death
             ,
             nor
             the
             hour
             of
             Judgement
             ;
             which
             Repremands
             ,
             and
             severe
             Reflections
             ,
             tormented
             them
             to
             that
             degree
             ,
             that
             instead
             of
             looking
             back
             for
             succor
             ,
             they
             rushed
             forward
             altogether
             ,
             and
             getting
             out
             of
             that
             Lake
             ,
             entred
             another
             call'd
             
               Hardness
               of
               Heart
            
             ,
             in
             which
             they
             wilfully
             peri●hed
             .
             At
             which
             whilst
             I
             was
             grieving
             ,
             I
             beheld
             at
             a
             little
             distance
             ,
             the
             Town
             of
             Presumption
             ,
             to
             which
             we
             made
             with
             all
             conveniant
             speed
             ,
             and
             upon
             our
             entering
             ,
             observed
             the
             structures
             were
             exceeding
             losty
             ,
             but
             built
             upon
             such
             Sandy
             foundations
             ,
             that
             they
             were
             threatned
             by
             every
             blast
             of
             Fate
             ,
             to
             be
             sunk
             in
             their
             own
             ruines
             .
             This
             place
             Self-conceit
             had
             built
             .
             As
             for
             the
             Inhabitants
             ,
             they
             were
             so
             Wedded
             
             to
             their
             own
             oppinions
             ,
             that
             they
             would
             hearken
             to
             no
             instructions
             ,
             yet
             they
             pretended
             to
             a
             right
             in
             the
             
               Celestial
               City
            
             ,
             and
             would
             discourse
             as
             if
             they
             were
             very
             well
             acquainted
             with
             it
             .
             But
             I
             soon
             perceived
             all
             was
             but
             conceit
             ,
             they
             had
             it
             seems
             Dreamed
             something
             on
             ,
             and
             read
             the
             promises
             made
             by
             the
             
               Celestial
               King
            
             ,
             but
             were
             so
             confident
             in
             their
             own
             strength
             ,
             that
             they
             imagined
             they
             had
             no
             need
             of
             over-shaddowing
             Grace
             ,
             and
             the
             ●reat●ing
             of
             the
             favorit
             of
             Heaven
             ,
             which
             made
             them
             neglect
             to
             cast
             away
             every
             weighty
             sin
             :
             That
             did
             so
             easily
             beset
             them
             ,
             that
             they
             might
             be
             the
             abler
             to
             run
             the
             race
             .
             Wherefore
             having
             s●ent
             their
             days
             allowed
             ,
             to
             runin
             a
             fond
             relyance
             upon
             their
             own
             foundations
             ;
             when
             the
             Storm
             of
             Tryal
             beat
             upon
             them
             ,
             they
             altogether
             sunk
             into
             ●uine
             and
             confusion
             ,
             the
             noise
             of
             whose
             fall
             Eccho'd
             to
             the
             Remotest
             part
             of
             the
             Universe
             .
             And
             now
             methought
             the
             day
             being
             spent
             ,
             and
             our
             search
             !
             heitherto
             fruitless
             ;
             Discovery
             being
             tired
             ,
             and
             loath
             to
             wast
             his
             Light
             any
             further
             at
             this
             time
             in
             vain
             ,
             bid
             me
             Adue
             ,
             and
             taking
             Wing
             ,
             Glided
             like
             a
             Metor
             through
             the
             Gloomy
             Night
             ,
             till
             my
             Eys
             could
             follow
             him
             no
             further
             ;
             but
             whilst
             I
             was
             
             wondering
             to
             what
             Region
             he
             was
             ●●ed
             ,
             methought
             I
             heard
             a
             voice
             as
             the
             voice
             of
             a
             man
             ,
             sayingin
             ,
             
               He
               that
               Reads
               ,
               and
               rightly
               considers
               these
               things
               ,
               will
               be
               a
               Friend
               to
            
             Virtue
             ,
             
               and
               a
               Foe
               to
            
             Vice.
             At
             which
             starting
             ,
             I
             awoke
             ,
             and
             found
             what
             had
             passed
             was
             but
             a
             Dream
             ,
             yet
             was
             confirmed
             it
             might
             not
             be
             a
             little
             useful
             and
             advantagious
             to
             Mankind
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .