Esop. How do you treat your Wife?
Gent. I treat her all Day with Ill-nature and Tobacco, and all Night with snoring and a dirty Shirt.
Esop. How do you breed your Children?
Gent. I breed my eldest Son——a Fool; my youngest breed themselves, and my Daughters——have no Breeding at all.
Esop. 'Tis very well, Sir; I shall be sure to speak to the King of you; or if you think fit to remonstrate to him, by way of Petition or Address, how reasonable it may be to let Men of your Importance go Scot-free, in the Time of a necessary War, I'll deliver it in Council, and speak to it as I ought.
Gent. Why, Sir, I don't disapprove your Advice, but my Clerk is not here, and I can't spell well.
Esop. You may get it writ at your leisure, and send it me. But because you are not much used to draw up Addresses, perhaps; I'll tell you in general what kind of one this ought to be.
May it please your Majesty——