Pars. But I am a Pastor of Sheep; I don't love Wolves.
Con. But perhaps you don't hate a Wench so much. But what Harm have we done you, that you have such an Aversion to us, that you won't so much as admit us under your Roof? We won't put you to the Charge of a Supper.
Pars. I'll tell ye, because if you spy but a Hen or a Chicken in a Body's House, I should be sure to hear of it to-Morrow in the Pulpit. This is the Gratitude you shew for your being entertain'd.
Con. We are not all such Blabs.
Pars. Well, be what you will, I'd scarce put Confidence in St. Peter himself, if he came to me in such a Habit.
Con. If that be your Resolution, at least tell us where is an Inn.
Pars. There's a publick Inn here in the Town.
Con. What Sign has it?
Pars. Upon a Board that hangs up, you will see a Dog thrusting his Head into a Porridge-Pot: This is acted to the Life in the Kitchen; and a Wolf sits at the Bar.
Con. That's an unlucky Sign.