At last a friend of _Simon's_ which was to him some kin, By fair and kind persuasions, open'd door and let him in; He sent for _Simon's_ Wife, and so made them both good friends, Who kindly kist each other, and so all discord ends; The Neighbours all rejoyced to see them thus agreed, And like a loving couple to bed they went with speed. No doubt but _Simple Simon_ that night well pleas'd his wife, For ever since that time, he hath lived a quiet life. _London_: Printed by and for _W. Onley_,[F. 222] and _A. Melbourn_;[F. 223] and sold by the Booksellers of _Pye Corner_ and _London Bridge_. [Footnote 222: Published between 1650 and 1702.] [Footnote 223: Published between 1670 and 1697.] [93.] _George_ (_Peele_) was making merry with three or foure of his friends in Pye Corner; where the Tapster of the house was much given to Poetrie: for he had ingrossed The Knight of the Sunne, Venus and Adonis, and other Pamphlets which the Stripling had collected together; and knowing _George_ to be a Poet, he tooke great delight in his company, and out of his bounty would bestow a brace of Cannes of him. _George_ observing the humour of the Tapster, meant presently to worke upon him. What will you say, quoth _George_ to his friends, if, out of this spirit of the Cellar, I fetch a good Angell, that shall bid us all to supper. We would gladly see that quoth his friends. Content your selfe, quoth _George_. The Tapster ascends with his two Cannes, delivers one to Master _Peele_, and the other to his friends: gives them kind welcome: but _George_, in stead of giving him thankes, bids him not to trouble him: and beginnes in these termes: I protest, Gentlemen, I wonder you will urge me so much; I sweare I have it not about me. What is the matter? quoth the Tapster. Hath any one angered you? No, faith, quoth _George_, Ile tell thee, it is this: There is a friend of ours in Newgate, for nothing but onely the command of the Justices, and he being now to be released, sends to me to bring him an Angell: now the man I love dearely well; and if hee want tenne Angels he shall have them; for I know him sure: but heere's the misery, either I must goe home, or I must be forced to pawne this; and pluckes an old Harry-groat out of his pocket. The Tapster lookes upon it: Why, and it please you, Sir, quoth he, this is but a groat. No, Sir, quoth _George_, I know it is but a groat: but this groat will I not lose for forty pound: for this groat had I of my mother, as a testimony of a Lease of a House I am to possesse after her decease; and if I should lose this groat, I were in a faire case: and either I must pawne this groat, or there the fellow must lye still. Quoth the Tapster, If it please you, I will lend you an Angell on it, and I will assure you it shall bee safe. Wilt thou? quoth _George_; as thou art an honest man, locke it up in thy Chest, and let me have it whensoever I call for it.