To spit in my face,
That he vow'd, he wou'd him kill;
Sir, I pray forbear,
I thought no hurt here,
Nay, I'le tread it out, if you will.
A contest at the Hoop-Tavern between two Lawyers.
[25.]Two Lawyers had of late a Tavern Jarr
And as 'twas made, 'twas try'd at Bacchus Bar;
The Jury Pints and Quarts, and Pottles were,
Each of a quick and understanding Eare,