The English Rogue: Continued in the Life of Meriton Latroon, and Other Extravagants: The Second PartHead, Richard
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The English Rogue: Continued in the Life of Meriton Latroon, and Other Extravagants: The Second Part
Head, Richard
Rogues and vagabonds -- England -- Fiction
In this house I wasted away my time nigh three quarters of a year, but
then a sad accident befel my Master, which left me again to shift for my
self; he had belike been dabling in private with _Prudence_, one of the
maids belonging to the house, I know not what the business was, but she
looked so bigly on him that he could not endure her sight, and therefore
to avoid it, he privately put off his Cellar to another, and having
received his money, marched off _incognito_, leaving me to the wide
world; for this new Tapster having a boy of his own, dismissed me to
shift for my self.
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CHAP. X.
_The cheats of Cookes, a story of the Spirit in the Buttery, he steals a
silver Bowl, the Cozenages of Astrologers; the death of his Father
being killed in a drunken brangling._
Long I was not without a Master, being entertayned into a Cooks service,
of which I rejoyced not a little, being in good hope however the world
went, that I should not be starved in a Cookes shop, one extraordinary
priviledge I had by living in this service; for if the old proverb be
true, _that the nearer the bone, the sweeter the flesh_, then I always
ate of the sweetest, my diet being to pick the bones that came off of
Gentlemens Tables. During the time that I lived here, although I had
been a young wench, I should not needed to have feared being troubled
with the Green-sickness, running up and down stairs so many score times
in a day would have cured me of that malady; those who had seen my
nimbleness would have absolutely judged that my shooes were made of
cork, I was as light heel’d as she who hath made her Husband Cuckold
seven and twenty times over. My Master drave a great trade, not onely in
boil’d meat and roast meat, but also in baking small pies, which the
women cryed up and down the streets for him. Every Friday I observed we
had brought in a Porters basket full or two of pieces of raw meat, which
though me thought they smelt very unsavory, yet were they made use of,
some minced, others pepper’d and salted, and put into pies, ere the week
went about they all marcht off, I wondered for a great while from whence
this meat came, at last I was informed by one of the Prentices, that it
was such pieces as were cut off of the stinking raw hides, that were
brought into _Leaden-hall_ to sell there on Fridays; bless me thought I,
what deceit is here! then did I think on the old Proverb, _that the
blind eats many a fly_. No marvel that sicknesses are so rife, since
such unwholsome food must needs introduce them. Now because those pieces
of meat were lean and dry, they used to mix with them such fat pieces of
meat as Gentlemen left, adding thereto some dripping, and such like
stuff, which altogether made a gallant hodg-podg for hungry stomacks.
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