The Beggars Dialogue paints out the cheating, crafty Tricks of Beggars, who make a Shew of being full of Sores, and make a Profession of Palmistry, and other Arts by which they impose upon many Persons. Nothing is more like Kingship, than the Life of a Beggar.
IRIDES, MISOPONUS.
Ir. What new Sort of Bird is this I see flying here? I know the Face, but the Cloaths don't suit it. If I'm not quite mistaken, this is Misoponus. I'll venture to speak to him, as ragged as I am. God save you, Misoponus.
Mis. Hold your Tongue, I say.
Ir. What's the Matter, mayn't a Body salute you?
Mis. Not by that Name.
Ir. Why, what has happen'd to you? Are you not the same Man that you was? What, have you changed your Name with your Cloaths?
Mis. No, but I have taken up my old Name again.
Ir. Who was you then?
Mis. Apitius.