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Rh Then Streight into the Alehouse, my Chapman for to pay, My Servants follow after, to drive my Goods away, I have no need to put them up to feed on Corn and Hay, For to pay you your Rent twice a year.

You bear an outward shew, how it is I do not know, But of late full of money you are grown; ou drink, you drive a Trade, many Bargains you have made, But yet you have no Land of your own. So pray you, Mr. Tennant, give me leave to speak, I am very much afraid many such as you will break, Whilst we honest Landlords our Rents we may go seek That should be coming in twice a year.

Kind Sir, I do perceive, and I beg you'll give me leave, And I'll answer you as well as I can; Many Landlords there be, by their bad Husbandry, Are forced to sell off their Land. And, when the Land is sold, the Landlord cannot work, Then Streight into the Army he's forced for to lurk, Whilst we poor honest Tennants must work like a Turk, For to pay yon your Rents twice a year.

Go, go, you saucy Blade, and do not me degrade, Nor tell me of selling my Land.

You have done well with speaking, tell me no more of breaking, And I will obey your Command.

A Lawyer or a Landlord I am resolved to be.

Then you should let your Land, Sir, to such a one as me.