Jo. Who has he appointed in his Place?
Sy. Cornelius.
Jo. That squint-ey'd Fellow! Wo to our Back-Sides, he's a greater Whip-Master than Busby himself.
Sy. You say very true, and for that Reason I have often wish'd he had a Palsy in his Arm.
Jo. It is not pious to wish ill to ones Master: it is our Business rather to take Care not to fall under the Tyrant's Hands.
Sy. Let us say one to another, one repeating and the other looking in the Book.
Jo. That's well thought on.
Sy. Come, be of good Heart; for Fear spoils the Memory.
Jo. I could easily lay aside Fear, if I were out of Danger; but who can be at Ease in his Mind, that is in so much Danger.
Sy. I confess so; but we are not in Danger of our Heads, but of our Tails.