Page:Comical and entertaining dialogue, between a generous tradesman and his old stingy wife.pdf/5

( 5 ) Then out be pulls his knife, and off he cuts A pound of beef for his inſatiate guts, which his ſtretch’d gullet ſwallows down ſo faſt, As if he meant each bit ſhould prove his laſt: For in three minutes Farly he’ll devour More than would laſt an hungry dog an hour, Straining with morſels ſo preſuſely great. You'd think him choak’d with ev’ry bit he eat I hus all day long, like buckets in a well They take their tains to empty and to fill; And is it fit, d’ye think, ſuch wolves as theſe, Should ſearch and range the cupbord when they pleaſe.

Husband. Yes, yes much good may do’em with there meat, I never care how faſt my ſervants eat, Speedy at victuals, quick at work's an old Proverbial ſaying, we have oft been told; I’ve found it true, and therefore do not grutch Their eating nimbly, tho’ tis ne’er ſo much: I’ll warr’nt you’d have them loiter at their meals. Piddle like mice and crawl about like ſnails. Feed like ſick patients dietted by quacks, And look like hide-bound tits that carry packs. Work too like thoſe that raiſe the wooden walls Of the queen’ſ ſhips or laſy rogues in paul's: No, no my'maſter's methods I’ll purſue, That’s feed’em well, and make’em work ſo too; For he that ſtints his fervants in their food, Makes the bad worſe, and irritates the good,