Esop. I have to say, Sir, that you may pay your Taxes in Money, instead of Perjury, and still have a better Revenue than I'm afraid you deserve. What Service do you do your King, Sir?
Gent. None at all, Sir—I'm above it.
Esop. What Service may you do your Country, pray?
Gent. I'm Justice of the Peace——and Captain of the Militia.
Esop. Of what use are you to your Kindred?
Gent. I'm the Head of the Family, and have all the Estate.
Esop. What Good do you do your Neighbours?
Gent. I give them their Bellies full of Beef every time they come to see me; and make 'em so drunk, they spew it up again before they go away.
Esop. How do you use your Tenants?
Gent. Why, I skrew up their Rents till they break and run away, and if I catch 'em again, I let 'em rot in a Gaol.