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my pocket and therefore if you hang him I shall never grieve.
The Taylor comes.
And I ſhall never be ſorry if you either hang drown or baniſh him; for he hath been a great enemy to me this many years paſt; I always loved Mr. Wheat better than Sir John, yet one time as I was coming home from my work, I eſpied Sir John and two or three good fellows quarrelling. I skipped among them, thinking to make them good friends. For why, thought I, ſhould neighoours fall out; but as ſoon as Sir John ſaw me take my neighbours' part, he ſtraightway began to quarrel with gave me ſuch a thump on the teeth, that I fell backward and broke both my elbows and my yard wand. Nay, worſe than that, the very ſame day my wife met with him, and he like an ill conditioned knave abuſed her, in ſo much that ſhe learned of him ſome of his miſchievous tricks and come home ſo
