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She. Then you know how so plead and get treasures on both sides.
He. Madam I am a clergyman in Holy Orders.
She. A devout saint in the pulpit, but a devil in the tavern,
He. Madam I mistook all this time I am an apothecary.
She. Then you know how to garnish a shop with empty pots, and to give Greek and Latin names to dried toads and serpents, &c.
He Madam I urn a brewer, and brew as good ale and beer as any man in England
She. But tell me how much hens turd, horse flesh, Isinglass, and other ingredients you adulterate those liquors with.
He. I am a baker, and make French-bread, the whitest in London.
She. White and light enough, I don’t doubt; was you never in the pillory for it? But how much alum, lime and soap do you mix with the flour?
He. Madam, I am a taylor, and can make men or womens clothes after the newest fashion.
She, Then you are a comical mimick of foppery; but tell me the difference
