(193.)
A Gallant had marcht in a bitter cold night up and down several streets to get him a lodging, but no body would open to him; some perhaps not knowing him, and some perchance too well; at last he bethought himself of getting a lodging a new kind of way, and so went to the watch at Temple Bar, and there call'd 'em all rogues and other vile names, for which they had him to the Counter; the next morning he was brought before the Alderman of the Ward, and he said to him, Me thinks you look something like a Gentleman, pray what was your reason to abuse the Constable and his Watch thus without cause? Truly Sir, says he, I will tell you the truth; I had gone from street to street that bitter night to get some lodging, but could find none: at last I thank 'em they brought me to the Counter, where I had a good fire, good drink, and a good bed; for which courtesie I do here give them a Crown: and this I'll assure you Sir was the cause and nothing else; and so he had his release.