et or stak'd down, though they
hardly know how to find as much more again in the whole World, and
there the poor Dogs by biting and tearing one anothers skins and flesh
in pieces, for the pleasure of their fantastical Masters; and if the
Wager be, in the least manner to be contradicted, then too't they go
themselves, and thump and knock one another till they look more like
beasts then men.

This being done, the next meeting is, to try their Bear and Bull-Dogs
at the Bear Garden; the match being made, all their wits must be
screw'd up to the highest, how to get mony to make good their wagers;
though Wife, House and Family should sink in the mean while: Then away
they go with their Tousers and Rousers to the Bear-garden, and then
the Bull being first brought to the stake, the Challenger lets fly at
her, and the Bull perceiving the Dog coming, slants him under the
belly with her horns, and tosses him as high as the Gallerys, this is
much laught at; but his Master, very earnestly and tenderly, catching
him in the fall, tries him the second time, when he comes off with
little better success: Then his Adversary lets loose his Dog at the
Bull, who running close with his belly to the ground, fastens under
the Bulls nose by the skin of the under-lip; the Bull shaking and
roaring to get him loose, but he holds faster and faster; then up flie
caps and hats, shouting out the excessive joy that there is for this
most noble victory.

Now comes the Bear dogs, being stout swinging Mastives; and the
Bearard having brought the Bear to the Stake, unrings him, and turns
him about, so that he may see the Dog, that's to play at him; the
Challenger lets fly his Dog, which being a cruel strong Cur rises up
to the Bears nose, fastens and turns him topsy-turvy; there's no small
joy and an eccho of Shouts that makes the very earth tremble; then
there's pulling and hawling to get him off from the Bear: Then the
Adversary let's fly his Dog, who coming to fasten, the Bear being
furious and angry that he was so plagu'd with the first Dog, claps his
paw about the back of him, and squeezes him that he howls and runs;
there stands the Master, looking like an Owl in an Ivybush, to see the
stakes drawn, and he haply with never a penny in his pocket, hath no
mony at home, nor knows not where to get any. And that which vexeth
him worst of all, is, that his delicate Dog is utterly spoil'd.

But we'l leave of these inhuman, and brutal stories; and rather r