says he, I have made very good like upon her; the Devil confound-ye, but she’s a foin Lass and a Cuttin-down-lass:  And I have maud pay a whole half Shilling for her Business; and so he was a going out of door; but the Bawd Pulling him by the Coat, Hold Sir, says she, Do you think I can keep Wenches at this rate? Bridget, says she, what did this man do, and what did he give you?  He did what he wou’d, answer’d the Whore; he danc’d the Corranto’s two or three times; and might have done it oftner if he wou’d:  But he gave me but Sixpence:  How Wench, says the old Bawd, but Sixpence!  Why who shall pay the rest?  I thought Sir you wou’d have been more open-handed, I sell no Coranto’s at such rates.  Five Shillings is the lowest Price I take of any; and that you are like to give me before you and I part; and so shut the Door upon him.  Poor Teague found he was in a bad condition; and was glad to part with his Money, that he might get out of her Clutches.  And instead of carrying home his Masters Shoes, he was forc’d to tell his Master he had gotten a Misfortune, and some Rogue or other had made pick upon his pocket:  but his Master not being Satisfied with that account, examin’d into the matter more narrowly, and at last found out the whole Truth; and striping the Dear Joy of his new Livery, turn’d him out of his Service, that he might have the more leisure to make another Visit to his Country-woman.  But alas!  He had no need to Visit her again, for she had done his Business already, having so pepper’d him with the Pox, that in a little time he was neither able to go nor stand.  And not having Money to pay for his Cure, he perish’d for want of that assistance that others, who are better furnished, can purchase.

Thus still the Bawd drives on her Trade of Sin; By whom unthinking Fools are often drawn in Her Feet are Snares, infectious is her Breath; The Pox her Punishment, her end is Death.

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CHAP.  VI.

    Of a Ladies Steward that was drawn in by a Bawd, and turn’d out into
    the Street naked.

A Bawd of the better sort, that us’d to provide Jilts for Men of figure, had appointed a Person of Quality whom she was to furnish with a fresh Bit, to meet her at a certain Tavern near West-Smithfield; and waiting there for him, it happen’d that there came into the next Room a Country Gentleman, who was a Steward to a Lady of a good Estate, and another Gentleman who liv’d in London, and was to pay him fifty Guineas, which he also did.  After he had paid his Money, and the Steward had given him a Receipt, they drank a Glass of Wine together, and talk’d of their Acquaintance in the Country; and then the Steward ask’d how such and such Persons did in London, and the Gentleman answer’d him accordingly:  Among others the Gentleman ask’d him if he did’nt know Mrs. Pierpoint?