Wid. No; let's see Dalton, Hughs, Shepherd, Wingate.
B. Boy. We have no law books.
Wid. No! you are a pretty bookseller then.
Old. Come, have you e'er a one of my essays left?
B. Boy. Yes, sir, we have enough, and shall always have 'em.
Old. How so?
B. Boy. Why, they are good, steady, lasting ware.
Old. Nay, I hope they will live; let's see.—Be pleased, madam, to peruse the poor endeavours of my pen: for I have a pen, though I say it, that—[Gives her a book.
Jer. Pray let me see "St. George for Christendom," or, "The Seven Champions of England."
Wid. No, no; give him "The Young Clerk's Guide."—What, we shall have you read yourself into a humour of rambling and fighting, and studying military discipline, and wearing red breeches.