Cou'd you get none to serve you, but some Newgate-Stallion; One that us'd
to Break up Houses, and Pick open Locks! Where is this Villain_, says he,
_that Wrongs my Bed, and thus dishonours me, that I may run my Sword into
his Heart, and send him of an Errand to the Devil?_

The Poor Dejected Wretch, that look'd each moment to be stuck to th' Floor,
resolving now to venture on the Goldsmith's Clemency, came trembling out
from underneath the Bed, & begg'd of him to save his Life, and he wou'd
tell him all that e'er he knew. _Don't tell me_, says the Goldsmith _of
what you know, but tell me what Satisfaction shall I have for the wrong
you've done me, to come thus to defile my Bed?_ _Indeed_, said he, _I did
it never but once before_. _How!_ says the Goldsmith, _have you lain with
my Wife before?_ _Yes, if it please you, once, and never but once_. With
that his Wife with open mouth came to him, _O Villain_, said she, _art not
thou asham'd thus falsly to accuse me to my Husband, because thy own base
wicked inclinations are now brought to light? Hast thou not been soliciting
of me to act Uncleanness with thee, a long time, and I refus'd it always?
Nay, didst thou not intice me to it Yesterday, and I appointed thee to come
to Night, because I knew my Husband wou'd be at home to give thee thy
Reward? Let the Maid speak, I won't be my own Judge_--_Yes, Sir_, reply'd
the Maid, _I know that what my Mistress says is true_--

The Goldsmith then seeming to look more wistly at him, _What, Mr._
Bramble__ says he, as if he'd been surpriz'd: _Is't you that did intend to
claw me off thus? And then to mend the matter, go to accuse my Wife too, as
if she had been Dishonest with you; when I am satisfied there e'nt an
honester Woman in the Kingdom. Why to be plain with ye, 'tis she that has
discover'd all your Roguery_: As soon as he heard that, lifting up his
Hands and Eyes, _O the Deceit_, said he, _that is in Women!_ Pray give me
leave to put my Cloaths on, and then hear me what I have to say--_No_, says