[110.] A poore begger man, that was foule, blacke, and loathsome to behould, came on a time to Maister _Hobson_ as he walked in Moore feelds, and asked something of him for an almes, to which Maister _Hobson_ said, I prethee, good fellow, get thee from me, for thou lookst as thou camst lately out of hell. The poore begger man, perceving hee would give him nothing, answered forsooth, Sir, you say true, for I came lately out of Hell indeed; why didst not thou tarry there still? quoth maister _Hobson_; nay, Sir, quoth the begger, there is no Roome for such begerr men as I am, for all is kept for such gentlemen Cittizens as you be: this wity answere caused Maister _Hobson_ to give the poore man a teaster.[F. 225] [Footnote 225: Sixpence.] [82.] A Fellow having more drinke than wit, in a winter evening made a foolish vowe, to take the wall of as many as hee met betwixt the Temple bar, and Charing Crosse; and comming neere the Savoy, where stood a Poste, a little distance from the wall, the Drunkard tooke it for a man, and would have the wall, beginning to quarrell and give the Poste foule words: at which a man came by, and asked the matter, and whom he spake to: hee answered hee would have the wall of that fellow that stood so stiffly there: my friend, said the other, that is a Poste, you must give him the way. Is it so, said the fellow, a pox upon him, why did he not blow his horn? [26.] Two Baboons being to be seen at their first coming to _London_, abundance of Citizens and others did resort thither to take a view of them, and did heartily laugh at their ugliness, and the strange faces which they made; which a most motherly and very discreet woman being present, did sharply thus rebuke 'em. "D'ye think you do well to laugh at strangers, who understand not your Language, and if you were in their Country, you'd take it for a great abuse, I warrant you, if they should laugh at you." [4.] King _James_ Riding a Hunting in Essex, comes to a Gate which he must go through, and seeing a Country Clown at it, he says to him, Prethee, good Fellow, open the gate. But he, knowing who it was, answered, No, a'nt please your Grace, I am not worthy to be in that Office; but I'le run and fetch M^r _Johnson_, who is a Justice of the Peace, and lives a Mile off, and he shall open it for your Grace: so he ran away as fast as he could, and left the King to open it himself. THE FRENCH DANCING-MASTER AND THE ENGLISH SOLDIER. Or, the Difference betwixt Fidling and Fighting Displayed in a DIALOGUE betwixt an ENGLISHMAN and a FRENCHMAN. _Englishman._ _Monsieur_, good morn, whither away so faste? [115.] Some great importance sure doth cause this haste; Your running looks do in effect thus say, _Monsieur_ is gone, 'cause Landlord asketh pay. _Frenchman._ _Begar_ me no sush man, me scorn de shift Me plus Affaires dat me from home do lift. _Englishman._