Having by these words (as he thought) fully fixed me in love with begging, he then acquainted the Company with my desires, who were all of them very joyful thereof, being as glad to add one to their society, as a _Turk_ is to gain a Proselite to _Mahomet_. The first question that they asked me was, if I had any _Loure_ in my _Bung_? I stared on them not knowing what they meant, till at last one told me it was mony in my purse; I told them I had but eighteen pence, which I freely gave them; this by a general vote was condemned to be spent in _Bouse_ for my initiation. Then they commanded me to kneel down, which being done, one of the chief of them took a Gage of _Bowse_, which is a quart of drink, and poured the same on my head, saying, I do by vertue of this Soveraign liquor, _stall thee to the Rogue_, and make thee a free Denizen of our ragged Regiment; so that henceforth it shall be lawful for thee to _Cant_ and to carry a _Doxy_ or _Mort_ along with thee, only observing these rules. First that thou art not to wander up and down all Countries, but to keep only to that Quarter which is allotted to thee! and secondly, thou art to give way to any of us that have born all the Offices of the _Wallet_ before thee, and upon holding up a finger to avoid any Town or Country village where thou seest we are forraging to victual our army that march along with us. Observing these two rules, we take thee into our protection, and adopt thee a Brother of our numerous society. He having ended his oration, I rose up, and was congratulated by all the Company, hanging about me like so many dogs about a Beare, and leaping and shouting like so many mad men, making such a confused noyse with their gabling, that the melody of a dozen oyster-wives at _Billingsgate_, the scolding at ten Conduits, and the Gossipings of fifteen Bake-houses were not comparable unto it. At length he that _stalled me_ cryed out for silence, bidding the French and English Pox to light on their throats for making such a yelping; then fixing his eyes upon me, he read a Lecture to me out of the Devils Hornbook as followeth. Now (saith he) that thou art enter’d into our fraternity, thou must not scruple to act any villanies which thou shall be able to perform; whether it be to _nip_ a _bung_, _bite_ the _Peter_, _Cloy_ the _Lurries_, _Crash_ either a _Bleating cheat_, _Cackling cheat_, _grunting cheat_, _quacking cheat_, _Tib oth buttery_, _Margery prater_, or to _Cloy a Mish_ from the _Crackmans_: that is, to _cut_ a _purse_, _steal a Cloak-bag_ or _portmantle_, _convey_ away all manner of _Cloaths_, either a _Sheep_, _Chicken_, _sucking Pig_, _Duck_, _Goose_, _Hen_, or _steal_ a _shirt_ from the hedg; for he that will be a _Quier Cove_, a profest Rogue, must observe this rule, set down by an ancient _Patrico_ in these words.