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A Gentleman was riding through a For∣rest in Oxfordshire, where two supposed Cripples begg'd something of him; then he put his Hand in his Pocket, and bid them give him a Groat, and he would give them a Six-Pence, which they did; and when he had the Groat he rode away with it: With that one of them swore a great Oath, saying, Cut thy Girth Tom, cut thy Girth, you Rogue, and let us after him: And though he gallopt a good pace away, yet they were so nimble (and so by con∣sequence Cripples) that they over took him as he was opening a Gate, and had almost laid hold on him; that the Gentleman, for his security was forc'd to throw two or three Shillings down on the Ground, and whilst they were scrabling for that he got away: Probatum est.