A _Woman Reviv’d_ with _Beating_.
There was an Untoward Perverse Piece of Womans Flesh that fell now and
then under the Discipline of a little Family-Correction; and she had got
a trick of throwing her self down upon her Back, holding her Breath, and
there lying at her Length for Stone-Dead. Her Husband it seems had been
wonted to these Gamboles, and so in a Grave Serious way, as she lay in a
Fit once, calls for a Knife. Come, says he, When the Beast is Dead, we
must e’en make the best of his Skin, and so he fell to work, and began
to flay her at the Heel. The Woman did not like that way of Fooling, but
started up, and came to her self immediately.
The MORAL.
_This in the Fable, is One of those Cases wherein People that are to be
Believed in Nothing else, ought to be taken at their Words._ My Heart’s
too Big to bear this, (_says a Blustering Fellow_,) By the Lord, I’ll
Destroy my self. _Sir, says the Gentleman, here’s a Dagger at your
Service; and so the Humour went off_.