the _Goldsmith's_, according to
appointment; and was conducted presently up Stairs; where, he might the
less suspect foul Play, he finds a good Collation was proyided, which he
and his false Mistress feasted at, _she urging him to make haste into Bed,
that there they might have more delicious Dainties_, and she beginning to
undress her self, he made most haste and first got into Bed; and then the
Maid (as she was before directed) having privately carry'd off the Sword,
comes running in upon a sudden, and cries out, _O Mistress, we are all
undone! My Master's coming up Stairs_. Up gets the Quaking Beau
immediately, and runs under the Bed, which he had but just done, before the
_Goldsmith_ enter'd: Who seeing of his Wife, Accosts her thus, _My Dear I'm
come a Day sooner than I expected_,--_You're very Welcome, Love_, said she
again, looking as one surpriz'd, at which, cries he, _Why how now? What's
the matter with you?_ And then looking about the Chamber, he sees a very
Beauish Powder'd Wig; _Ah ha!_ says he; _What have we here? A Wig, new
Powder'd! Pray whose Wig is this? I'm sure 'tis none of mine_; then looking
on the Bed, he sees a pair of Breeches lie, _Hey dey!_ Cries he, _Pray
whose are these?_ _They're yours_, said she, _for ought I know_, (speaking
a little surlily) _whose shou'd they be, d'ye think?_ _They're none of
mine_, says he, _I'm sure; But let me see, what is there in 'em?_--Then
searching of the Pockets, he pulls out a Gold Watch, about Nine or Ten
Guineas, a Silver Snush-Box, and several Pick-Locks: As soon as he
perceiv'd the Pick-Locks, _So, so_, cries he, _here's a fine Trade indeed!
Cou'd you get none to serve you, but some Newgate-Stallion; One that us'd
to Break up Houses, and Pick open Locks! Where is this Villain_, says he,
_that Wrongs my Bed, and thus dishonours me, that I may run my Sword into
his Heart, and send him of an Errand to the Devil?_

The Poor Dejected Wretch, that look'd each moment to be stuck to th' Floor,
resolving now to venture on the Goldsmith's Clemency, came trembling out
from underneath the Bed, & begg'd of him to save his Life, and he wou'd
tell him all that e'er he knew. _Don't tell me_, says the Goldsmith _of
what you know, but tell me what Satisfaction shall I have for the wrong
you've done me, to come thus to defile my Bed?_ _Indeed_, said he, _I did
it never but once before_. _How!_ says the Goldsmith, _have you lain with
my Wife before?_ _Yes, if it please you, once