i.
THE
HIND
AND THE
PANTHER,
Transvers'd to the Story of the Country
and the City-Mouse.
Bayes. Johnson. Smith.
Johnson.HAH! my old friend Mr. Bayes, What lucky Chance has thrown me upon you? Dear Rogue let me embrace thee.
Bayes, Hold, at your Peril, Sir, stand off, and come not within my Sword's Point: For if you are not come over to the Royal party, Pref. p. 1.I expect neither fair war, nor fair quarter from you.
Johns.How, draw upon your Friend, and assault your old Acquaintance? O' my Conscience, my intentions were Honourable.
Bayes.Conscience! Ay, ay, I know the Deceit of that Word well enough:Pref. ib. Let me have the Marks of your Conscience before I trust it; for if it be notof
