Gent. Will you, by the Lord?—Give me your Fist, Sir—the only honest Courtier that ever I met with in my Life.
Esop. But, Sir, when I have done you this mighty Piece of Service, I shall have a small Request to beg of you, which I hope you won't refuse me.
Gent. What's that?
Esop. Why, 'tis in behalf of the two Officers who are to be displac'd to make Room for you and your Son.
Gent. The Secretary and the General?
Esop. The same. 'Tis pity they shou'd be quite out of Business: I must therefore desire you'll let me recommend one of 'em to you for your Bailiff, and t'other for your Huntsman.
Gent. My Bailiff and my Huntsman!—--Sir, that's not to be granted.
Esop. Pray, why?
Gent. Why?——Because one wou'd ruin my Land, and t'other wou'd spoil my Fox-Hounds.