Con. This is better than to lie abroad all Night, and be frozen to Death. In the mean Time, put Bashfulness in your Wallet to Day, and take it out again to-Morrow.
Ber. Indeed, the Matter requires it.
Innk. What Sort of Animals do I see here?
Con. We are the Servants of God, and the Sons of St. Francis, good Man.
Innk. I don't know what Delight God may take in such Servants; but I would not have many of them in my House.
Con. Why so?
Innk. Because at Eating and Drinking, you are more than Men; but you have neither Hands nor Feet to work. Ha, ha! You Sons of St. Francis, you use to tell us in the Pulpit, that he was a pure Batchelor, and has he got so many Sons?
Con. We are the Children of the Spirit, not of the Flesh.
Innk. A very unhappy Father, for your Mind is the worst Part about you; but your Bodies are too lusty, and as to that Part of you, it is better with you, than 'tis for our Interest, who have Wives and Daughters.
Con. Perhaps you suspect that we are some of those that degenerate from the Institutions of our Founder; we are strict Observers of them.