_Esop._ Nay, e'en let her go----let her go----don't bring her back again----I'm for making a Bridge of Gold for my Enemy to retreat upon----I'm quite out of Breath----A terrible Woman, I protest. _Enter a Country Gentleman drunk, in a hunting Dress, with a Huntsman, Groom, Falconer, and other Servants; one leading a couple of Hounds, another Grey-Hounds, a third a Spaniel, a fourth a Gun upon his Shoulder, the Falconer a Hawk upon his Fist, ~&c.~_ _Gent._ Haux, haux, haux, haux, haux! Joular, there Boy, Joular, Joular, Tinker, Pedlar, Miss, Miss, Miss, Miss, Miss--Blood and Oons--O there he is; that must be he, I have seen his Picture [_Reeling upon_ Esop].--Sir,--if your Name's _Esop_--I'm your humble Servant. _Esop._ Sir, my Name is _Esop_, at your Service. _Gent._ Why then, Sir--Compliments being past on both sides, with your leave--we'll proceed to Business. Sir, I'm by Profession--a Gentleman of--three thousand Pounds a Year--Sir, I keep a good Pack of Hounds, a good Stable of Horses. [_To his Groom._] How many Horses have I, Sirrah?--Sir, this is my Groom. [_Presenting him to ~Esop~._ _Groom._ Your Worship has six Coach-horses, (Cut and Long-Tail) two Runners, half a dozen Hunters, four breeding Mares, and two blind Stallions, besides Pads, Routs, and Dog-Horses. _Gent._ Look you there, Sir, I scorn to tell a Lye. He that questions my Honour--he's a Son of a Whore. But to Business--Having heard, Sir, that you were come to this Town, I have taken the Pains to come hither too, tho' I had a great deal of Business upon my Hands, for I have appointed three _Justices of the Peace_ to hunt with 'em this Morning----and be drunk with 'em in the Afternoon. But the main Chance must be look'd to--and that's this----I desire, Sir, you'll tell the King from me--I don't like these Taxes--in one Word, as well as in twenty--I don't like these Taxes. _Esop._ Pray, Sir, how high may you be tax'd? _Gent._ How high may I be tax'd, Sir! Why I may be tax'd, Sir--four Shillings in the Pound, Sir; one half I pay in Money--and t'other half I pay in Perjury, Sir: Hey, Joular, Joular, Joular. Haux, haux, haux, haux, haux. Hoo, hoo----Here's the best Hound-bitch in _Europe_----Oons is she. And I had rather kiss her than kiss my Wife----Rot me if I had not----But, Sir, I don't like these Taxes. _Esop._ Why how wou'd you have the War carry'd on? _Gent._ War carried on, Sir!----Why, I had rather have no War carried on at all, Sir, than pay Taxes. I don't desire to be ruin'd, Sir. _Esop._ Why you say, you have three thousand Pounds a Year. _Gent._ And so I have, Sir----_Lett-Acre!_----Sir, this is my Steward. How much Land have I, _Lett-Acre_? _Lett-Acre._ Your Worship has three thausand Paunds a Year, as good Lond as any's i'th' Caunty; and two thausand Paunds worth of Wood to cut dawne at your Worship's Pleasure, and put the Money in your Pocket.