Page 71
CHAP. IX.
A Merchant seeing him begging, took a fancy to him, conducts him to his House, and entertains him as his Servant.
ONe day as I was begging, more servently than formerly, having gotten not one penny that day, so that I found a civil war between my Guts and Stomack, yet knew not how to salve up the difference; neither would they hearken to any thing but a Bill of Fare. In the midst of this com∣bustion, a Tradesman of no mean quality, passing by, took a strong fancy to me, being extraordina∣rily pleased with the form of my face and body. He asked me, Whence I came? what my Parents were? and what I intended? I answered him with well contriv'd forgeries, that seemed to give him good satisfaction: liking well both my speech and understanding, he bid me follow him, which ac∣cordingly I did; having conducted me to his house, he presented me to his Wife, my intended Mistriss, telling her his resolutions of receiving me into his service; at which she blest her self, saying, Prithee, Sweet-heart, from what Dunghil didst thou pick up this Snakerag, this Squire of the body? This thing drest up in sippits? This Scare-crow, what shall I call him? (for I am sure I had but few cloaths on, but what were rather fit to dung ground, than to be sent to