[8.] A witty Rogue coming into a lace shop, said he had occasion for some lace, choice wherof being shewed him, he at last pitched upon one pattern, and asked them how much they would have for so much as would reach from ear to ear, for so much he had occasion for, and they told him for so much; so some few words passing between them, he at last agreed, and told down his money for it, and began to measure on his own head, thus saying, _One ear is here, and the other is nailed to the Pillory in_ Bristoll, _and I fear you have not so much of this Lace by you_ at present as will perfect my bargain; therefore this piece of Lace shall suffice at present in part of payment, & provide the rest with all expedition. MARK NOBLE'S FROLLICK; who being Stopp'd by the Constable near to the Tower, was examin'd where he had been; whither he was going; and his Name and Place where he dwelt: to which he answered, Where the Constable would have been glad to have been, and where he was going he dared not go for his Ears, as likewise his Name, which he called _Twenty Shillings_; with an Account of what followed and how he came off. To the Tune of _The New Rant_. Licensed according to order. One night at a very late hour [23.] a Watchmaker home did repair; When coming along by the Tower, was stopp'd by the Constable there. Friend, come before Mr Constable, to see what his Worship will say, You'd have me do more than I'm able, I fear I shall fall by the way. Sir, tell me, and do not deceive me, where have you been playing your part? Kind Mr Constable, believe me, where you'd have been with al your heart. Sweet Bacchus in Bumpers were flowing, which Liquor all mortal Men chears, And now, after all, I am going, where you dare not come for your Ears. [Illustration] Your Words they are sawcy and evil, this may be a Charge to your Purse; For why? you are something uncivil, to answer a Constable thus. Oh, where do you dwell with a whennion?[F. 39] cross Humours we will not allow, Sir, out of the King's own Dominion, pray, what can you say to me now? Pray what is your name you cross Villain; be sure that you answer me true; Why, Sir, It is just _Twenty Shilling_, I think I have satisfied you. What Trade are you, Brewer or Baker? or do you a Waterman ply? No, Sir, I'm an honest Watch-maker, my Trade I will never deny. Have you e'er a Watch you can show, Sir? we'll see how it sutes with our Clocks; Yes, faith, and a Constable too, Sir. I wish you were all in the Stocks. You Sawcy impertinent Fellow, because you have answered me so, Although your mad Brains they be mellow, this Night to a Prison you go. Therefore without any more dodging, the Lanthorns was lighted streightway; They guarded him to his strong Lodging, to lye there while Nine the next day.