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On a blind man and a Royal Bastard.
THE Count D' Avergne going with a Natural Son to the King of France to the Church in Pa∣ris call'd Quinze Vingts, a place designed for the re∣lief of the poor blind: in the Church-yard there stood begging an old Man, who had totally lost his sight; yet was given too much to Curse and Sweare the Count advised this Natural Son to extend his Cha∣rity to this poor Fellow, which he denyed, saying, I hate to give to Counterfeits; nay, said the Count, this man sure is not one: I but said the other he is one, and can see as well as I do, and to prove what I say, I will go to him, and without saying a word, you shall see he knows me; with that stepping towards him, he came so near him that he chanced to tread upon his Toe; the blind man hereupon cry'd out, A Pox on you for a stinking Son of a Whore, go and be damn'd. Look you there (said this Natural Son to the Count) you may perceive by what he says, he knows me as well as you do.