When we came out into the open air again, and had taken half a dozen turns in the neighbouring fields, Mr. _Nokes_, says I, ’tis my misfortune to come in this place without a farthing of money in my pocket, and _Alecto_ confound me, if I know what course to take for my maintenance, therefore I would desire you to put me in a way. Have no care for that, says Mr. _Nokes_, his infernal majesty is very kind and obliging to us players, and because we act so many different parts in the other world, as kings, princes, bishops, privy-counsellors, beaux, cits, sailors, and the like, gives us leave to fellow what profession we have most a fancy to. For my part, I keep a nicknackatory, or toy-shop, as I formerly did over against the _Exchange_, and turn a sweet penny by it, for our gallants here throw away their money after a furious rate. Now _Jo._ I think thou can’st not do better than to set up for a _High-German_ fortune-teller; thou knowest all the cant and roguery of that practice to perfection, and besides, has the best phiz in the world to carry on such an affair. As for money to furnish thee an house, and set up a convenient equipage, to buy thee a pair of globes, a magick looking-glass, and all other accoutrements of that nature, thou shalt command as much as thou hast occasion for. I was going to thank my friend for so courteous an offer, when who should pop upon us on the sudden, but his _Polish_ majesty’s physician in ordinary, the late famous Dr. _Conner_ of _Bowstreet_, but in so wretched a pickle, so tatter’d a condition, that I could hardly know him. How comes this about, noble doctor, said I to him, what is fortune unkind, and do the planets frown upon merit? I remember you were going to set up your coach, and marry the widow _Bently_ in _Russel-street_, just before your last distemper hurry’d you out of the world. Is it possible the learned author of _Evangelium Medici_ should want bread? or, doctor, did you leave all your _Hibernian_ confidence behind you! I thought a true _Irishman_ could have made his fortune in any part of the universe. _Ille nihil, nec me quærentem vana moratur;_ _Sed graviter gemitus imo de pectore ducens._