‘_Browne_ refused Halves to either, whereupon they both took hold of him, the Woman swearing it was found by her Stall, therefore she would have half; and the Follower saying, As he saw it as soon t’other, he would have a Share of it too, or he would acquaint the Lord of the Mannor with it. _Mark Blowen_, in the meantime, seeing his Wife and another pulling and haling the Man about, whom he did not suspect to be a Bailiff, asked, “What’s the Matter?” His wife telling him the Man had found a Purse with Gold in it by her Stall, and therefore she thought it nothing but Justice but she ought to have some of it. “‘_Ay ay_,” (quoth the Butcher), “_and nothing but Reason, Wife_.” ‘So, coming from his privileged side of the Way, he takes hold of _Browne_ too, bidding his Wife look after the Shop, for he would take care of him before they parted. ‘_Browne_, being thus hemm’d in by his Follower and the Butcher, quoth he: ‘“_Look’ee here, Gentlemen, I have Six Guineas here, ’tis true, but, if I should give you one half of it, why, then there is but a quarter Share of the other two._” ‘“_No, no_”, (replyed they), “_we’ll have Man and Man alike, which is Two Guineas apiece_.” ‘“_Well_,” (quoth Browne), “_if it must be so, I’m contented; but, then, I’ll tell you what, I’ll have the odd Eighteen Pence spent_.” ‘“_With all my heart_,” said Blowen. “_We’ll never make a dry Bargain on’t._” ‘They are all agreed, and _Browne_ leads them up to the _Blackmore’s Head_ Alehouse, in _Exeter Street_, where a couple of Fowls are ordered to be laid down, and Stout and Ale is called for by wholesale. At last they went to Dinner, and, afterwards, _Browne_, changing his Six Guineas for Silver, gave his Follower (to carry on the jest) Forty Shillings, and put the rest in his pocket. _Mark Blowen_, seeing that, began to look surly, and asked for his Share. ‘Said _Browne_: “_What Share, friend?_” ‘Quoth _Mark Blowen_: “_Forty Shillings, as you gave this Man here._” ‘_Browne_ reply’d: “_Why, truly, Sir, I shall have an urgent Occasion to Night for what Sum I have about me, and if you’ll be pleas’d to lend me your Share but till_ Monday _Morning, I’ll come and pay you then at this House without fail, and return you, with infinite thanks, for the Favour._” ‘Quoth _Mark_ (who was a blundering, rustical sort of a Fellow): “_D---- me, Sir, don’t think to Tongue-Pad me out of my Due. I’ll have my Share now, or else he that’s the best Man here of us three shall have it all, win it, and wear it._” ‘“_Pray, Sir_,” (said _Browne_), “_don’t be in this Passion. I’ll leave you a sufficient Pledge for it till_ Monday.” ‘Quoth _Mark_: “_Let’s see it._” ‘Hereupon _Browne_ pulls out his Tip-Staff, and lays it on the Table; but the Butcher, not liking the Complexion of it, began to be moving, when the Follower, laying Hands on him, they arrested him in an Action of Eighteen Pounds, and carried him to the _Marshalsea_, where, after a Confinement of Nine Months, he ended his Days.’