The English Rogue: Continued in the Life of Meriton Latroon, and Other Extravagants: The Fourth PartHead, Richard
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The English Rogue: Continued in the Life of Meriton Latroon, and Other Extravagants: The Fourth Part
Head, Richard
Rogues and vagabonds -- England -- Fiction
an over eager haste, that had he observed me, I might have been betrayed
thereby. Overjoyed with this success I fully purposed to be couragious
for the future, and banish every base thought, that might lessen or
abate a dangerous or desperate resolution. To increase my purchase I
walkt into another Street remote from that I committed my first Theft,
where I busily imployed my eyes in the search of any advantage, though
ne’re so inconsiderable; they quickly found out what my thoughts aimed
at, and therefore drew near my intended prey, a Hosiers Shop, the Master
whereof was busily imployed in making up of Stockings of all sorts into
Papers, marking thereon the Prizes. A Logger-headed Fellow, taller by
the Head than my self, had little to do, it seems then to gape and stare
on the Gentleman that was at work; he lolling over the Stall, I came and
leaned by him, where we both gazed so long, till we had seen him make up
several Parcels.
I had a great mind to have some Stockins to my Shooes, if I knew how to
get them. There was no thoughts of going in after the obsolete way of
nimming them, under the pretence of cheapning, for my Habit and Age
would have been incongruous, to that design; I had various Projects in
my head, and I verily believ’d one would take, (since there was but one
man in the Shop) if I knew but which of them would prove most infallibly
effectual; for I approved them all as very good. Seeing his work almost
at an end, I thought it high time mine should begin; wherefore this
Lobcock (who lookt like one who never was nor ever would be good for any
thing) I say, I propounded him as the fittest instrument I could use for
my designed good. To commence this Knavish stratagem, I pincht him
gently by the Ear, which he feeling, grumbling like one suddainly awakt
out of his sleep, asked me what’s the matter? Nothing said I, he lolling
again after his afore accustomed humour, I twek’t him again, at which he
grew angry, and threatned to box me: I regarding his threats no more
than the humming of a Gnat, stuck a Pin to the Head in his Breech; at
which he caper’d like a dancing Horse; and ney’d so loud, that I could
hardly forbear laughing, but he soon made me more serious, by lending me
such a cuff on the Ear, I thought he had struck my head off my
Shoulders; I endeavoured to defend my self as well as I could, warding
his blows, and now and then returning one, creeping as near the Shop
door as I could; the Master of the Shop perceiving my Antagonist was
like to be too hard for me, left off papering his Stockins, to part two
so unequally matcht; that was my pollicie, that I might get him on my
side; with much ado, by the help of my Shop-friend, I dis-ingaged my
self from him, and seemingly much afraid, I ran violently into the Shop,
pretending to fly from my furious adversary; and turning hastily about,
I saw the Hosier was much concerned in keeping the Looby from running in
upon me; all this while his back was towards me, which favoured my
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