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( 17 ) ſeems, minded the calf more than the lord, and went drudging on, without moving his hat Why ſirrah, ſays the nobleman, ''have you no more manners than to ſtand ſtaring me in the face with your hat on? Alas!'' ſays the boy. I'll pull off my hat with all my heart, if your lordship will but 'ght, and hold my calf in the mean time.

A merry cobler, as he ſat ſtitching in his ſtall, was ſinging a piece of his own compoſition, wherein he very often repeated theſe words, ''viz. the King ſaid to Queen, and the Queen ſaid to the King.''—What was it the King ſaid to the Queen? ſaid one who heard him Criſin ſnatches up his ſtrap, and lays it with all his might acroſs the ſhoulders of the impertinent queriſt: How now, cebox! ſays he, ''it's a fine age we live, when ſuch coxcombs as you must be prying into matters of ſtate! I'd have you know, ſirrah, I am too loyal a ſubject  betray the King's ſecrets; and pray get  ou gone, and don't interrupt me in my awful occupation,  with my awl I  an end to your folly.''