Ir. Well then, tell me of your Fortune. Have you found a Treasure?
Mis. No; but I have found out a Way of getting Money that's a little better than yours.
Ir. What could you get Money out of, that had no Stock?
Mis. An Artist will live any where.
Ir. I understand you now, you mean the Art of picking Pockets.
Mis. Not so hard upon me, I pray; I mean the Art of Chymistry.
Ir. Why 'tis scarce above a Fortnight, since you went away from us, and have you in that Time learn'd an Art, that others can hardly learn in many Years?
Mis. But I have got a shorter Way.
Ir. Prithee, what Way?
Mis. When I had gotten almost four Guineas by your Art, I happened, as good Luck would have it, to fall into the Company of an old Companion of mine, who had manag'd his Matters in the World no better than I had done. We went to drink together; he began, as the common Custom is, to tell of his Adventures. I made a Bargain with him to pay his Reckoning, upon Condition that he should faithfully teach me his Art. He taught it me very honestly, and now 'tis my Livelihood.