A _Cat_ and a _Cock_.
It was the hard Fortune once of a _Cock_, to fall into the Clutches of a
_Cat_. _Puss_ had a Months Mind to be upon the Bones of him, but was not
willing to pick a Quarrel however, without some plausible Color for’t.
Sirrah (says she) what do you keep such a bawling, and screaming a Nights
for, that no body can sleep near you? Alas says the _Cock_, I never wake
any body, but when ’tis time for People to rise, and go about their
Business. Nay, says the _Cat_, and then there was never such a lycentuous
Rascal: Why, you make no more Conscience of Lying with your own Mother,
and your Sisters——In truth, says the _Cock_ again, that’s only to provide
Eggs for my Master and Mistress. Come come, says _Puss_, without any more
ado, ’tis time for me to go to Breakfast, and _Cats_ don’t live upon
_Dialogues_; at which word she gave him a Pinch, and so made an end, both
of the _Cock_, and of the _Story_.