[_Bar-keeper without_.] Where a Pox are you all; must Company wait an Hour for a Room? [_A noise of Drawers_.] Coming, coming, coming, Sir. _Enter a Drawer with Lights_, Shrimp, Knapsack, and Master _Totty_. _Draw_. Please to be here, Gentlemen? _Shr_. What's become of your Beau-Drawer, that wore a long _Spanish_ Wig, lac'd Linnen, silk Stockings, and a Patch? _Draw_. He happen'd, Sir, to make bold with a silver _Monteth,_ and is gone for a Soldier--What Wine are you for Gentlemen? _Shr._ [_Aside to the Drawer_.] D'you know Sir _Harry Sprightly,_ Friend? _Draw_. Yes, Sir. _Shr_. What Wine does he drink? _Draw_. Three and Six-penny, Sir. _Shr_. I am his Servant, draw us the same. _Tot._ Bring me some Sack. [_Exit Drawer._ _Shr._ Well, Master, what think you of _London_ now, is not the rattling of Coaches, the ringing of Bells, and the joyful Cry of _Great and good News from Holland_, preferrable to the Country, where you see nothing but Barns and Cow-houses, hear nothing but the grunting of Swine, and converse with nothing but the Justice, the Jack-daw, and your old Grand-mother. _Tot._ Ay, marry is it, and if they ever get me there again, I'll give 'em leave to pickle and preserve me; here are Drums and Trumpets, Soldiers and Sempstresses, and fine Sights in ev'ry Street: In the Country we are glad to go four Miles to see a House o'fire. Nay, wou'd you believe it, we ha'n't so much as a Tavern in our Town; Gentlemen are forc'd to use Gammer _Grimes's_ Thatch'd Ale-house, except the Curate be with 'em, and then they smoke, and drink in the Vestry. [_Drawer enters with Wine._ _Knap._ Come, Master, here's my hearty Service t'you. _Tott._ Your hearty Servant thanks you, Sir--Mr. _Shrimp_, here's the Respects of a Gudgeon t'you. _Shr._ Ah! you're an arch Wag. _Tott._ But, pray, Mr. _Shrimp_, where may a body buy a little Wit, my Grand-mother charg'd me to get some; and, she says, bought Wit's best; 'tis a mighty scarce Commodity i'the Country; we have above two hundred Gentlemen near us that never heard on't. Our Chaplain has a little, but they say 'tis n't the right sort. _Shr._ Mr. _Knapsack_ can furnish you with five or ten Pounds worth when you please. _Knap._ Mr. _Shrimp_, Master, has a much better Stock, but that you may n't think I engross it to my self, as they say _Bull_ does Coffee, what I have is at your Service. _Tott._ Sir, my Service t'you again, [_drinks_] This is much better than _Lincoln_ Ale, fegs. _Knap._ What think you now, Master, of a pretty Wench to towze a little? _Tott_. He, he, he, [_grins_] I don't know what you mean, Sir. _Knap_. Had you never any pleasant Thoughts o'the Fair Sex. _Tott_. I never lay with any Body but my Grand-mother; when she was in a good humour, she'd tickle a Body sometimes, but if she never meddl'd mith me, I never meddl'd with her.