Rog. Why I'se pratty indifferent as to that: Secretary of State, or Butler; twenty Shillings more, or twenty Shillings less, is not the thing I stand upon. I'se no Hagler, Godswookers; and he that says I am—'Zbud he lies: There's my Humour now.
Esop. But hark you, Friend, you say you are well as you are, why then do you desire to change?
Rog. Why what a Question now is there for a Man of your Parts? I'm well, d'ye see me; and what of all that? I desire to be better: There's an Answer for you. [Aside.] Let Roger alone with him.
Esop. Very well: This is reasoning; and I love a Man should reason with me. But let us enquire a little whether your Reasons are good or not. You say, at home you want for nothing?
Rog. Nothing, 'fore George.
Esop. You have good Drink?
Rog. 'Zbud, the best i'th' Parish. [Singing.] And dawne it merrily goes, my Lad, and dawne it merrily goes.
Esop. You eat heartily?
Rog. I have a noble Stomach.
Esop. You sleep well?