Pa. I wish we could learn how the rest of our old Companions have liv'd, that were our Familiars.
Eu. I can tell you somewhat of some of them: but I see we are not far from the City; therefore, if you are willing, we will all take up the same Inn, and there we will talk over the rest at Leisure.
Hugh. You blinking Fellow, where did you take up this Rubbish?
Harry the Waggoner. Where are you carrying that Harlottry, you Pimp?
Hugh. You ought to throw these frigid old Fellows somewhere into a Bed of Nettles, to make them grow warm again.
Harry. Do you see that you shoot that Herd of yours somewhere into a Pond to cool them, to lay their Concupiscence, for they are too hot.
Hugh. I am not us'd to overturn my Passengers.
Harry. No? but I saw you a little While ago, overturn Half a Dozen Carthusians into the Mire, so that tho' they went in white, they came out black, and you stood grinning at it, as if you had done some noble Exploit.
Hugh. I was in the Right of it, they were all asleep, and added a dead Weight to my Waggon.
Harry. But these old Gentlemen, by talking merrily all the Way, have made my Waggon go light. I never had a better Fare.