hese were
my very thoughts; nay more, I have found a way to get off clever, though
he watch me as narrowly as an enraged Serjeant upon an Escape.

_Lod._ That indeed wou'd be a Master-piece.

Sir _Cred._ Why, look ye, do you see that great Basket there?

_Lod._ I do,--this you mean.-- [Pulls in a Basket.

Sir _Cred._ Very well, put me into this Basket, and cord me down, send
for a couple of Porters, hoist me away with a Direction, to an old Uncle
of mine, one Sir _Anthony Bubleton_ at _Bubleton-Hall_ in _Essex_; and
then whip slap-dash, as _Nokes_ says in the Play, I'm gone, and who's
the wiser?

_Lod._ I like it well.

Sir _Cred._ Nay, lose no time in applauding, I'll in, the Carrier goes
this Morning; farewel, _Lodwick_.--
[Goes Into the Basket.
I'll be here again on _Thursday_. [_Lod._ writes a Direction.

Enter Boy.

_Lod._ By all means, Sir,--Who's there,--call a couple of Porters.
[Exit Boy.

Sir _Cred._ One word more, the Carrier lies at the _Bell_ in
_Friday-street_, pray take care they set me not on my Head.--
[Pops in again.

Enter Boy and two Porters.

_Lod._ Come hither, cord up this Basket, and carry it where he shall
direct.--_Leander_ will never think he's free from a Rival, till he have
him in his possession--To Mr. _Leander Fancy's_ at the next door; say
'tis things for him out of the Country.--Write a Direction to him on the
Basket-lid. [Aside to the Boy.
[Porters going to carry off the Basket on a long Pole between 'em.

Enter Lady _Knowell_.

L. _Kno._ What's this? whither goes this Basket?

Sir _Cred._ Ah Lord! they are come with the Warrant.
[Peeps out of the Basket.

_Lod._ Only Books, Madam, offer'd me to buy, but they do not please me.

L. _Kno._ Books! nay then set down the Basket, Fellows, and let me
peruse 'em; who are their Authors, and what their Language?

Sir _Cred._ A pox of all Learning, I say,--'tis my Mother-in-law.
[Porters going to set down the Basket.

_Lod._ Hold, hold, Madam, they are only _English_ and some Law-_French_.

L. _Kno._ Oh, faugh, how I hate that vile sort of Reading! up with 'em
again, Fellows, and away.
[The Porters take up and go out.

_Lod._ God-a-mercy, Law-_French_. [Aside.

L. _Kno._ Law-_French_! out upon't, I cou'd find in my heart to have the
Porters bring it back, and have it burnt for a Heresy to Learning.

_Lod._ Or thrown into the _Thames_, that it may float back to
_No