Ge. Did the Bishop give you no Hopes?
Li. Yes, whole Cart Loads, and whole Ship Loads of Hope; but nothing else.
Ge. Has he sent you nothing yet?
Li. He promis'd me largely, but he has never sent me a Farthing.
Ge. Then you must live in Hopes.
Li. Ay, but that won't fill the Belly; they that feed upon Hope may be said to hang, but not to live.
Ge. But however then, you were the lighter for travelling, not having your Pockets loaded.
Li. I confess that, nay, and safer too; for an empty Pocket is the best Defence in the World against Thieves; but for all that, I had rather have the Burthen and the Danger too.
Ge. You was not robb'd of any Thing by the Way, I hope?
Li. Robb'd! What can you rob a Man of that has nothing? There was more Reason for other Folks to be afraid of me, than I of them, having never a Penny in my Pocket. I might sing and be starved all the Way I went. Have you anything more to say?