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A Pleasant Discourse by way of DIALOGUE, between the OLD and NEW JACK CATCH, Occasioned upon the Latters being Whip'd from Rosemary-Lane to the Hermitage, on Thursday the 21th. of January, 1685. for Scan∣dalous Words, &c. or The Hangman turneing Tumbler-Shower.
HA—my Old Friend, how luckely have I found you this Morning; methinks you look a little muddy about the Gills: Prethee Man, how fares it with thee?
But very indifferent, such a Journey as I had the other day, must needs, you may well think, put a man of my Profession into a Sweat; little did I think, I should be put upon such a Ramble.
I heard indeed, that you was turn'd Ambler, and was put upon running a Race, from Rosemary-Lane to the Hermitage; but it seems, you was so dull, that had you not been spur'd to it, 'tis Ten Crowns to a Nut∣shell, but you would a declined it.
Come, come, Jack, mocking is catching: It little becomes you to Scoff at your Friend; it may be your own Case another day, and if I am not mis-informed, you have been within a Spit and a Stride of it al∣ready.
But was so cunning, you see, to shift it off to him that would needs be taking my Trade cut of my Hands—Why, it was a considerable hansel Man, and worthy of Remembrance; a thing so remarkable, to know the time of your Advancement, that it's Ten to Ohe, if some Wag or other, don't make Coments on it.
You seem very pleasant, tho' indeed it is very unfair at this time, considering the Pickle, my Journey as put me into.
It was a Journey it's true, to which you was driven with much ado; and those that saw you, say thao you Travers'd your Ground very odly, and often look'd back, as if you had no mind to come to the end on't; but it seems, by the help of driving and leading, you did it at last, though with some reluctancy, as appeared by the blushing of your Back-side.
Right; but methinks, after such handling, you should Pity him that succeeds you, in the Dignity of the Triple-Tree.
O! by no means—what Pity you, for learning part of your Trade, that's a good one indeed; what Pity a Man, for becoming experi∣mentally acquainted with that, on which his Profession chiefly depends: No, no, consider experience is a great Master, and rest your self satisfied. But prethee what was the occasion you was so soon put to your Trumps, I heard something on it confusedly, but seeing we are upon the Subject, let us have't out.
Prethee cease that inquiry, I would forget it, as a thing no ways pleasant to my Remembrance.
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