PRINTER

Yes, and thank you too sir; what's the price of'hem? Indeed I am all for sale Gentlemen, you say true, I am a Prin ter, and a Printer of News; and I do Harken after'hem, where ever they be at any rates; I'll give any thing for a good Copy now, be't true or false, so't be news. Sir that's all one, they were made for the common people; and why should not they have their pleasure in believing of lies are made for them, as you have in Pauls that make'hem for your selves. See men's diverse opinions! It is the Printing of'hem makes them news to a great many, who will indeed believe nothing but what's in Print. For those I do keep my Presses, and so many Pens going to bring forth wholesome relations, which once in half a score years (as the age grows forgetful) I Print over again with a new date, and they are of excellent use. Mr. Chronicler do not you talk, I shall— I dare, I assure you. O by a Trunk! I know it, a thing no bigger than a Flute-case; A neighbour of mine, a spectacle-maker, has drawn the Moon through it at the boar of a whistle, and made it as great as a Drumhead twenty times, and brought it within the length of this Room to me, I know not how often. Right, and as well read of you, Faith: for Cornelius Agrippa has it, In disco Lunae, there 'tis found. And his Prose too faith. How might we do to see your Poet? did he undertake this jour ney (I pray you) to the Moon o'foot? Because one of our greatest Poets (I know not how good a one) went to Endenburgh of foot, and came back; marry he has been restive they say ever since, for we have had nothing from him; he has set out nothing I am sure. Indeed! has he been there since? belike he rid thither then. Tha' seen't in print. Excellent! Oh, I, Moon-calves! what Monster is that I pray you? But have they no Carmen to meet and break their Coaches?