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Rh not for me to be againt it: and o he tretch'd forth his Feet to the Wahing.

So oon as ever the Company had taken off the Edge of their Stomachs; Xanthus calls for a Bumper, and puts it into the hands of the Clown, making No doubt but he would have Allowed his Hot the Honor of being his Tater. The Fellow, without any Scruple, Whips up the Drink, and gives Xanthus the Pott again Empty, who was now the Second Time Diappointed upon the Matter of Curioity, or No Curioity At All. He had a Mind till to be upon Poor Æop's bones, and made another Tryal of the Humour of his Guet. There was a particular Dih that the Clown fed very Heartily upon: Xanthus fell into a Rage againt the Cook for the Ill-Dreing of it, and Threat'ned to have him brought and Lah'd in the very Parlour. The Bumpkin took no Notice of it at All, but without Speaking one Word on the Cooks Behalf; It was Nothing to him he thought, what other People did with their Servants.

They were come Now to their Cakes and Pyes, and the Clown Guttled Upon them without mercy. Xanthus Reolves then upon Another Tryal; Calls for his Patry-Cook and tells him, Sirrah, ays he, you poile every thing that goes through your hands. There's neither Spice, nor any other Seasoning here. The Cook told him, That if they were either Over or Under-Bak'd, it was his Fault; But for the Spice and Seaoning, it was his Mitrees, for it was All put in that he Deliver'd. Nay Wife, ays Xanthus, if it ticks there, By All. that's Sacred, I'le Treat you no better then if you were a Slave bought with my Mony. Wherefore Strip Immediately and Prepare for a Dog-Whip. Xanthus thought with himelf; that If any thing in the World could move this Barbarous Brute, he would have put in a Word at Leat to ave a Woman of Honour from o Scandalous an Indignity, But ays this Loggerhead to himelf; There's an old aying; What have Wee to do to Quench other Peoples Fires? And I le e'en keep my elfe Clear of Other Peoples Matters; Only he took Xanthus by the Hand indeed, and told him if he would but Stay a Little, he'd go fetch his own Wife too, and o they might take the Lah by Turns. In one word, Xanthus milled his Aim at lat; and though he was troubled at the Micarriage, he could not but Laugh yet at the Simplicity of the Man, and Confes, that Æop was in the Right, in bringing a Peron to him that had no Curioity at all. Rh Rh