Cut-throats by the score abroad, come home, and rot in fripperies, brave man at armes. Goe turne pandor doe, stalke for a messe of warme broath: damnable, honourable cuts are but badges for a fool to vaunt, the raw rib'd Apothecarie poysons cum privile­gio, and is payd. Oh the common-wealth of beasts is most politick­ly ordered.

Looke else; the Lion roares, and the spaniell fawnes. Downe Curre, the Badger bribes the Unicorue, [Page] That a Iury may not passe upon his pillage: here the Beare fees the Wolfe, for he will not howle gratis, beasts call pleading howling. So then, there the Horse complaines of the Apes rank-riding: the Jockie makes mouthes, but is fin'd for it: the Stagge is not jeer'd by the Monkie for his hornes: the Asse by the hare for his burthen: The Oxe by the Leopard for his yoke, nor the Goat by the Ram, for his beard, onely the Fox wrappes himselfe warme in Bever, bids the Cat mouze, the Elephant toyle, the Boare gather akorns, whiles he grinnes, feeds fat, tells tales, laughes at all, and sleepes safe at the Lions feet.—Save ye people.

A match: observe well this switch; with this only switch have I pasht out the braines of thirteene Turkes to the dozen for a breakfast.

I was once a Scholler, then I beg'd without pitty: from thence I practiz'd law, there a scruple of conscience popt me over the barre: a Souldier I turnd a while, but could not procure the letter of preferment. Merchant I would bee, and a glut of land­rats gnawd me to the bones; would have bought an office, but the places with reversions were catch up: offered to passe into the Court, and wanted trust for cloathes; was lastly, for my good parts prest into the Gallies, tooke prisoner, redeemd amongst other slaves by your gay great man, they call him AURIA: and am now I know not who, where, or what. How d▪ee like me? say.

Stand from about me, as you are mortall, you are dull clod-pated lumpes of mire and garbish. This is the land of Fairies, Emperiall Queene of Elves, I do croutch to thee, vow my services, my blood, my sinewes to thee, sweete soveraigne of largesse, and liberality—a French Taylor neate; Persian Cooke; dainty! Greeke Wines; rich Flanders Mares; stately Spanish Sallads, poy­nant, Venetian, wanton, ravishing, English Bawd unmatchable sirs I am fitted.

The paper in the purse for my directions appoynted this the place, the time now, here dance I attendance—shee is come already.

A mushrome sprung up in a minute, by the sun-shine of your benevolent grace, liberality and hospitable compassion (most magnificent beauty) have long since lyen bed-rid in the ashes of the old world till now, your illustrious charity hath rak'd up the dead embers by giving life to a worm inevitably devoted yours as you shall please to new shape mee.

None, I was borne at sea, as my mother was in passage from cape Ludugory to cape Clagliaty toward Affrick in Sardinia, was bred up in Aquilastro, and at yeares put my selfe in service un­der the Spanish Viceroy: till I was taken prisoner by the Turkes. I have tasted in my daies hansome store of good and bad, and am thankefull for both.

Reputed no lesse: many children oftentimes inherit their lands who peradventure never begot them: my mothers husband was a very old man at my birth, but no man is too old to father his wives childe, your servant I am sure I will ever prove my selfe entirely.

Dentlemen then ye ith thith muthicke yourth, or can ye tell what great manths fidleth, made it tith vedee petty noyth, but who thold thend it.

Let age and dotage rage together, Levidolche thou art mine, on what conditions the world shall soone witnesse: yet since our hands joyn'd, I have not interessed my possession of thy bed, nor till I have accounted to thy injunction, doe I meane: kisse mee quick and resolute. So adieu Signior.