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A Baker rideing through a Yeomans close, spyed a fat goose, and being a merrie fellow, the lights down, and takes up the goose, and weighing her in his hand, he lik'd her so well that he put her into one of his dossers, and thumping old Brock his Mare with his feet, he began to trot homewards as fast as he could: The goose made such a noise, that the Yeoman was so suddenly allarmed as to observe the Bakers knaverie, who strained his throat, and cryed aloud, Baker, Baker, the Baker made as if he did not hear, but rides home as fast as he could. The Yeoman knowing who he was, got a Warrant to have him before a Justice: The business being exa∣mined, the Baker was asked what he could say for himself: And like your Worship, said he, I went to buy a goose, and comeing into this mans close I took one up, weighed her, lik'd her, and carried her home, this man calls to me to bake her, which I have don, and if your worship, or he, loves a goose, truly both of you shall be wellcom to the pye.