ome and pay him the Money; but
no Body came, nor ever will come.
_Aul._ But in the mean Time, did he never expostulate the Matter with
you?
_Ph._ With what Face or Colour could he do that? I have met him over
and over since, and he complain'd of the Unfairness of the Buyer: But I
often reason'd the Matter with him, and told him, he deserv'd to be so
serv'd, who by his hasty Sale of him, had depriv'd me of my Horse. This
was a Fraud so well plac'd, in my Opinion, that I could not find in my
Heart to confess it as a Fault.
_Aul._ If I had done such a Thing, I should have been so far from
confessing it as a Fault, that I should have requir'd a Statue for it.
_Ph._ I can't tell whether you speak as you think or no; but you set me
agog however, to be paying more of these Fellows in their own Coin.
_The BEGGARS DIALOGUE._
The ARGUMENT.
_The Beggars Dialogue paints out the cheating, crafty
Tricks of Beggars, who make a Shew of being full of
Sores, and make a Profession of Palmistry, and other Arts
by which they impose upon many Persons. Nothing is more
like Kingship, than the Life of a Beggar._
IRIDES, MISOPONUS.
_Ir._ What new Sort of Bird is this I see flying here? I know the Face,
but the Cloaths don't suit it. If I'm not quite mistaken, this is
_Misoponus_. I'll venture to speak to him, as ragged as I am. God save
you, _Misoponus_.
_Mis._ Hold your Tongue, I say.
_Ir._ What's the Matter, mayn't a Body salute you?
_Mis._ Not by that Name.
_Ir._ Why, what has happen'd to you? Are you not the same Man that you
was? What, have you changed your Name with your Cloaths?
_Mis._ No, but I have taken up my old Name again.
_Ir._ Who was you then?
_Mis._ _Apitius_.
_Ir._ Never be asham'd of your old Acquaintance, if any Thing of a
better Fortune has happen'd to you. It is not long since you belong'd to
our Order.
_Mis._ Prithee, come hither, and I'll tell you the whole Story. I am not
asham'd of your Order; but I am asham'd of the Order that I was first of
myself.
_Ir._ What Order do you mean? That of the _Franciscans_?
_Mis._ No, by no Means, my good Friend; but the Order of the
Spendthrifts.
_Ir._ In Truth, you have a great many Companions of that Order.
_Mis._ I had a good Fortune, I spent lavishly, and when I began to be in
Want, no Body knew _Apitius_. I ran away for Shame, and betook myself to
your College: I lik'd that better than digging.
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