Enter Esop; and a Country Gentleman, who walks to and fro, looking angrily upon Esop.
Esop. Have you any Business with me, Sir?
Gent.—I can't tell whether I have or not.
Esop. You seem disturb'd, Sir?
Gent. I'm always so at the Sight of a Courtier.
Esop. Pray what may it be, that gives you so great an Antipathy to 'em?
Gent. My Profession.
Esop. What's that?
Gent. Honesty.
Esop. 'Tis an honest Profession. I hope, Sir, for the general Good of Mankind, you are in some public Employment?