He concludes with his Prayers for your Majesty's Life, upon Condition you will protect him and his Fox Hounds at Beast-Hall, without e'er a Penny of Money.
To the Gent.] This, Sir, I suppose, is much what you wou'd be at.
Gent. Exactly, Sir; I'll be sure to have one drawn up to the self-same purpose: and next Fox-Hunting I'll engage half the Company shall set their Hands to't. Sir, I am your——most devoted Servant; and if you please to let me see you at Beast-Hall, here's my Huntsman, Houndsfoot, will shew you a Fox shall lead you through so many Hedges and Briars, you shall have no more Clothes on your Back in half an Hour's Time—than you had——in the Womb of your Mother. Haux, haux, haux, &c.
[Exit shouting.
Esop. O Tempora, O Mores!
Enter Mr. Fruitful and his Wife.
Mr. Fruit. Heavens preserve the noble Esop, grant him long Life and happy Days.
Mrs. Fruit. And send him a fruitful Wife, with a hopeful Issue!
Esop. And what is it I'm to do for you, good People, to make you amends for all these friendly Wishes?
Mr. Fruit. Sir, here's myself and my Wife—