The Complaisant companion, or, New jests, witty reparties, bulls, rhodomontado's, and pleasant novels

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The Complaisant companion, or, New jests, witty reparties, bulls, rhodomontado's, and pleasant novels
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London :: Printed by H.B. ...,
1674.
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Wit and humor.
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"The Complaisant companion, or, New jests, witty reparties, bulls, rhodomontado's, and pleasant novels." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A34159.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 2, 2024.

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Page 45

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.

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