gout, he cou’d not use his own:  And having in his clownish manner, with a great deal of heat, made a long harangue against drunkards and vagabonds, looking on Eumolpus, “ha! what is it you,” says he, “the excellent poet?  What—­has these rogues been abusing you all this while?” At what time he goes up to Eumolpus, and in a whisper, “I have a maid,” says he, “that flouts at me when I ask her the question; prithee, if you have any love for me, abuse her in a copy of verses till she’s ashamed of her self.”

While Eumolpus was thus ingag’d with Bargates, the cryer of the town, and some other officer, attended with a great concourse of people, entred the inn; and, shaking a smoaky rather than lighted torch he carried, mouths out this; viz.

NOT LONG AGO, RUN AWAY FROM THE BATH, A VERY PRETTY BOY, WITH CURL’D HAIR, BY NAME, GITO.

IF ANY MAN, OR WOMAN, IN CITY, OR COUNTRY CAN TELL TALE OR TIDINGS OF HIM, SHALL HAVE FOR HIS REWARD 1000 SESTERCES.

Not far from the cryer, stood Ascyltos, clad with a coat of many colours; who, to incourage any discoverer, held the reward in a silver charger before him.

Upon this, I order’d Gito to steal under the bed, and thrust his feet and hands through the cords that, as Ulysses formerly hid in a sheeps hide, so extended he might cheat the searchers.

Gito immediately obey’d the motion, and fixing himself, as I directed, out-did Ulysses in his native art:  But, that I might leave no room for suspicion, I so disposed the bed-cloaths, that none could believe more than my self had lain there.

We had just done, when Ascyltos, with a beadle, having search’d the other chambers, came to ours, which gave him greater hopes, because he found the door so barr’d:  But the petty officer he brought, with an iron crow, forc’d it open.

Upon Ascyltos’s entry, I threw my self at his feet, and beseech’d him, if he had any memory of our past friendship; or any respect for one that had shar’d misfortunes with him, he wou’d at least let me see the still dear Gito:  And to give my sham-intreaties a better colour, “I see,” says I, “Ascyltos, you are come with designs on my life; for to what other end could you bring those ministers of justice?  Therefore satisfie your rage, behold my naked bosom, let out that blood, which, under pretence of a search, you come to seek.”

Ascyltos, now laying aside his old grudge to me; profess’d he came in pursuit of nothing but Gito, that had run from him; nor desir’d the death of any man, much more of one that falls before him; and whom, after a fatal quarrel with him, he held most dear.

The petty officer was not so easie to me, for taking a stick out of the inn-keeper’s hand, he felt under the bed with it, and run it into every hole he found in the wall:  Gito drew his body out of the stick’s way, and, breathing as gently as fear cou’d make him, held his mouth close to the cords.