Ti. If a Man could have such pleasant Company, I confess, no life in the World could be pleasanter than a Country Life.
Eu. Have you a Mind to make Tryal of it? If you have, come take a Dinner with me to Morrow: I have a pretty neat little Country House, a little Way out of Town.
Ti. We are too many of us; we shall eat you out of House and Home.
Eu. Never fear that, you're to expect only a Garden Treat, of such Chear as I need not go to Market for. The Wine is of my own Growth; the Pompions, the Melons, the Figs, the Pears, the Apples and Nuts, are offered to you by the Trees themselves; you need but gape, and they'll fall into your Mouth, as it is in the fortunate Islands, if we may give Credit to Lucian. Or, it may be, we may get a Pullet out of the Hen-roost, or so.
Ti. Upon these Terms we'll be your Guests.
Eu. And let every Man bring his Friend along with him, and then, as you now are four, we shall be the just Number of the Muses.
Ti. A Match.
Eu. And take Notice, that I shall only find Meat, you are to bring your own Sauce.
Ti. What Sauce do you mean, Pepper, or Sugar?
Eu. No, no, something that's cheaper, but more savoury.