an's_ departed this Life.

_Cur._ 'Ds diggers, Sir, you have griev'd enough for your Mare in all
Conscience; think of your Mistress now, Sir, and think of her no more.

Sir _Cred._ Not think of her! I shall think of her whilst I live, poor
Fool, that I shall, though I had forty Mistresses.

_Cur._ Nay, to say truth, Sir, 'twas a good-natur'd civil beast, and so
she remain'd to her last gasp, for she cou'd never have left this World
in a better time, as the saying is, so near her Journey's End.

Sir _Cred._ A civil Beast! Why, was it civilly done of her, thinkest
thou, to die at _Branford_, when had she liv'd till to morrow, she had
been converted into Money and have been in my Pocket? for now I am to
marry and live in Town, I'll sell off all my Pads; poor Fool, I think
she e'en died for grief I wou'd have sold her.

_Cur._ 'Twas unlucky to refuse Parson _Cuffet's_ Wife's Money for her,
Sir.

Sir _Cred._ Ay, and to refuse her another kindness too, that shall be
nameless which she offer'd me, and which wou'd have given me good luck
in Horse-flesh too; Zoz, I was a modest fool, that's truth on't.

_Cur._ Well, well, Sir, her time was come you must think, and we are all
Mortal as the saying is.

Sir _Cred._ Well, 'twas the lovingst Tit:--but Grass and Hay, she's
gone--where be her Shoes, _Curry_?

_Cur._ Here, Sir, her Skin went for good Ale at _Branford_.
[Gives him the Shoes.

Sir _Cred._ Ah, how often has she carry'd me upon these Shoes to Mother
_Jumbles_; thou remember'st her handsome Daughter, and what pure Ale she
brew'd; between one and t'other my Rent came short home there; but let
that pass too, and hang sorrow, as thou sayst, I have something else to
think on.
[Takes his things out, lays them upon the Table.
And, _Curry_, as soon as I am drest, go you away to St. _Clement's
Church-yard_, to _Jackson_ the Cobler there.

_Cur._ What, your Dog-tutor, Sir?

Sir _Cred._ Yes, and see how my Whelp proves, I put to him last
Parliament.

_Cur._ Yes, Sir.

Enter _Leander_, and starts back seeing Sir _Cred._

Sir _Cred._ And ask him what Gamesters come to the Ponds now adays, and
what good Dogs.

_Cur._ Yes, Sir.

_Lean._ This is the Beast _Lodwick_ spoke of; how could I laugh were he
design'd for any but _Lucretia!_
[Aside.

Sir _Cred._ And dost hear, ask him if he have not sold his own Dog
_Diver_ with the white Ear; if I can purchase him, and my own Dog prove
right, I'll be Duk