Pe. Soho! Jodocus, are you at Home?
Jo. No, I am not.
Pe. Oh! You impudent Fellow I don't I hear you speak?
Jo. Nay, you are more impudent, for I took your Maid's Word for it lately, that you were not at Home, and you won't believe me myself.
Pe. You're in the Right on't, you've serv'd me in my own Kind.
Jo. As I sleep not for every Body, so I am not at Home to every Body, but for Time to come shall always be at Home to you.
Pe. Methinks you live the Life of a Snail.
Jo. Why so?
Pe. Because you keep always at Home and never stir abroad, just like a lame Cobler always in his Stall. You sit at Home till your Breech grows to your Seat.
Jo. At Home I have something to do, but I have no Business abroad, and if I had, the Weather we have had for several Days past, would have kept me from going abroad.