CHAPTER XLVI

Wagtail introduces me to a set of fine Gentlemen with whom I spend the

Evening at a Tavern—our Conversation—the Characters of my new

Companions—the Doctor is roasted—our Issue of our Debauch

I accepted his offer with pleasure, and we went thither in a hackney

coach where I saw a great number of gay figures fluttering about, most

of whom spoke to the doctor with great familiarity. Among the rest

stood a group of them round the fire whom I immediately knew to be the

very persons who had the night before, by their laughing, alarmed my

suspicion of the lady who had put herself under my protection. They no

sooner perceived me enter with Dr. Wagtail (for that was my companion’s

name) than they tittered and whispered one to another, and I was not a

little surprised to find that they were the gentlemen to whose

acquaintance he designed to recommend me; for, when he observed them

together, he told me who they were, and desired to know by what name he

should introduce me. I satisfied him in that particular, and he

advanced with great gravity, saying, “Gentlemen, your most obedient

servant:—give me leave to introduce my friend Mr. Random to your

society.” Then, turning to me, “Mr. Random, this is Mr. Bragwell—Mr.

Banter, sir—Mr. Chatter—my friend Mr. Slyboot, and Mr. Ranter sir.” I

saluted each of then in order, and when I came to take Mr. Slyboot by

the hand, I perceived him thrust his tongue in his cheek, to the no

small entertainment of the company; but I did not think proper to take

any notice of it on this occasion. Mr. Ranter too (who I afterwards

learned was a player) displayed his talents, by mimicking my air,

features, and voice, while he returned my compliment: this feat I

should not have been so sensible of, had I not seen him behave in the

same manner to my friend Wagtail, when he made up to them at first. But

for once I let him enjoy the fruits of his dexterity without question

or control, resolved however to chastise his insolence at a more

convenient opportunity. Mr. Slyboot, guessing I was a stranger, asked

if I had been lately in France? and when I answered in the affirmative,

inquired if I had seen the Luxembourg Gallery? I told him I had

considered it more than once with great attention: upon this a

conversion ensued, in which I discovered him to be a painter.

While we were discoursing upon the particulars of this famous

performance, I overheard Banter ask Dr. Wagtail, where he had picked up

this Mr. Random. To which question the physician answered, “Upon my

word, a mighty pretty sort of a gentleman—a man of fortune, sir—he has

made the grand tour, and seen the best company in Europe, air.” “What,

he told you so, I suppose?” said the other: “I take him to be neither

more nor less than a French valet-de-chambre.” “O barbarous,

barbarous!” cried the doctor; “this is actually, upon my word,

altogether unaccountable. I know all his family perfectly well, sir; he

is of the Randoms of the north—a very ancient house sir, and a distant

relation of mine.” I was extremely nettled at the conjecture of Mr.

Banter, and began to entertain a very indifferent opinion of my company

in general; but, as I might possibly by their means acquire a more

extensive and agreeable acquaintance, I determined to bear these little

mortifications as long as I could without injuring the dignity of my

character. After having talked for some time on the weather, plays,

politics, and other coffee-house subjects, it was proposed that we

should spend the evening at a noted tavern in the neighbourhood,

whither we repaired in a body.

Having taken possession of a room, called for French wine, and bespoke

supper, the glass went about pretty freely, and the characters of my

associates opened upon me more and more. It soon appeared that the

doctor was entertained as butt for the painter and player to exercise

their wit upon, for the diversion of the company. Mr. Ranter began the

game by asking him what was good for a hoarseness, lowness of spirits,

and in digestion, for he was troubled with all these complaints to a

very great degree. Wagtail immediately undertook to explain the nature

of his case, and in a very prolix manner harangued upon prognostics,

diagnostics, symptomatics, therapeutics, inanition, and repletion; then

calculated the force of the stomach and lungs in their respective

operations; ascribed the player’s malady to a disorder in these organs,

proceeding from hard drinkings and vociferations, and prescribed a

course of stomachics, with abstinence from venery, wine, loud speaking,

laughing, singing, coughing, sneezing, or hallooing. “Pah, pah!” cried

Ranter, interrupting him, “the remedy is worse than the disease—I wish

I knew where to find some tinder water.” “Tinder water!” said the

doctor; “Upon my word, I don’t apprehend you, Mr. Ranter.” “Water

extracted from tinder,” replied the other, “a universal specific for

all distempers incident to man. It was invented by a learned German

monk, who, for a valuable consideration, imparted the secret to

Paracelsus.” “Pardon me,” cried the painter, “it was first used by

Solomon, as appears by a Greek manuscript in his civil handwriting,

lately found at the foot of Mount Lebanon, by a peasant who was digging

for potatoes—” “Well,” said Wagtail, “in all my vast reading, I never

met with such a preparation! neither did I know till this minute, that

Solomon understood Greek, or that potatoes grew in Palestine.”

Here Banter interposed, saying, he was surprised that Dr. Wagtail

should make the least doubt of Solomon’s understanding Greek, when he

is represented to us as the wisest and best-educated prince in the

world; and as for potatoes, they were transplanted thither from

Ireland, in the time of the Crusade, by some knights of that country.

“I profess,” said the doctor, “there is nothing more likely. I would

actually give a vast sum for a sight of that manuscript, which must be

inestimable; and, if I understood the process, would set about it

immediately.” The player assured him the process was very simple—that

he must cram a hundred-weight of dry tinder into a glass retort, and,

distilling it by the force of animal heat, it would yield half a

scruple of insipid water, one drop of which is a full dose. “Upon my

integrity!” exclaimed the incredulous doctor, “this is very amazing and

extraordinary! that a caput mortuum should yield any water at all. I

must own I have always been an enemy to specifics which I thought

inconsistent with the nature of the animal economy; but certainly the

authority of Solomon is not to be questioned. I wonder where I shall

find a glass retort large enough to contain such a vast quantity of

tinder, the consumption of which must, undoubtedly, raise the price of

paper, or where shall I find animal heat sufficient even to warm such a

mass?” Slyboot informed him, that he might have a retort blown for him

as big as a church: and, that the easiest method of raising the vapour

by animal heat, would be to place it in the middle of an infirmary for

feverish patients, who might be upon mattresses around and in contact

with it. He had he sooner pronounced these words, than Wagtail

exclaimed in a rapture, “An admirable expedient, as I hope to be saved!

I will positively put it in practice.”

This simplicity of the physician furnished excellent diversion for the

company, who, in their turns, sneered at him in ironical compliments,

which his vanity swallowed as the genuine sentiments of their hearts.

Mr. Chatter, impatient of so long a silence, now broke out and

entertained us with a catalogue of all the people who danced at the

last Hampstead assembly, with a most circumstantial account of the

dress and ornaments of each, from the lappets of the ladies to the

shoe-buckles of the men; concluding with telling Bragwell, that his

mistress Melinda was there, and seemed to miss him: and soliciting his

company at the next occasion of that kind.

“No, d—mm,” said Bragwell, “I have something else to mind than dangling

after a parcel of giddy-headed girls; besides, you know my temper is so

unruly, that I am apt to involve myself in scrapes when a woman is

concerned. The last time I was there, I had an affair with Tom

Trippit.” “Oh! I remember that!” cried Banter; “You lugged out before

the ladies; and I commend you for so doing, because you had an

opportunity of showing your manhood without running any risk.” “Risk!”

said the other with a fierce countenance, “d—n my blood! I fear no

risks. I an’t afraid of lugging out against any man that wears a head,

d—me! ’Tis well known that I have drawn blood more than once, and lost

some too; but what does that signify?” The player begged this champion

to employ him as his second the next time he intended to kill, for he

wanted to see a man die of a stab, that he might know how to act such

an art the more naturally on the stage. “Die!” replied the hero: “No,

by G—! I know better things than to incur the verdict of a Middlesex

jury—I should look upon my fencing-master to be an ignorant son of a

b—h, if he had not taught me to prick any of my antagonist’s body that

I please to disable.” “Oho!” cried Slyboot, “if that be the case, I

have a favour to ask. You must know I am employed to paint a Jesus on

the cross; and my purpose is to represent him at that point of time

when the spear is thrust into his side. Now I should be glad if you

would, in my presence, pink some impertinent fellow into convulsions,

without endangering his life, that I may have an opportunity of taking

a good clever agony from nature: the doctor will direct you where to

enter and how far to go, but pray let it be as near the left side as

possible.” Wagtail, who took this proposal seriously, observed, that it

would be a very difficult matter to penetrate into the left side of the

thorax without hurting the heart, and in consequence killing the

patient; but he believed it was possible for a man of a very nice hand

and exact knowledge of anatomy, to wound the diaphragma somewhere about

the skirts, which might induce a singultus, without being attended with

death: that he was ready to demonstrate the insertion of that muscle to

Mr. Bragwell; but desired to have no concern with the experiment, which

might essentially prejudice his reputation, in case of a miscarriage.

Bragwell was as much imposed upon by the painter’s waggery as the

doctor, and declined engaging in the affair, saying he held a very

great regard for Mr. Slyboot, but had laid it down as a maxim, never to

fight except when his honour was engaged. A thousand jokes of this kind

were uttered; the wine circulated, supper was served in, we ate

heartily, returned to the bottle, Bragwell became noisy and

troublesome, Banter grew more and more severe, Ranter rehearsed,

Slyboot made faces at the whole company, I sang French catches, and

Chatter kissed me with great affection; while the doctor, with a wofull

countenance, sat silent like a disciple of Pythagoras. At length, it

was proposed by Bragwell, that we should scour the hundreds, sweat the

constable, maul the watch, and then reel soberly to bed.

While we deliberated upon this expedition, the waiter came into the

room, and asked for Doctor Wagtail: when he understood he was present,

he told him there was a lady below to inquire for him, at which message

the physician started from his melancholy contemplation, and, with a

look of extreme confusion, assured the company he could not possibly be

the person wanted, for he had no connection with any lady whatever, and

bade the drawer tell her so. “For shame!” cried Banter; “would you be

so impolite as to refuse a lady a hearing? perhaps she comes for a

consultation. It must be some extraordinary affair that brings a lady

to a tavern at this time of night. Mr. Ranter, pray do the doctor’s

base-mains to the lady, and squire her hither.” The player immediately

staggered out, and returned, leading in with much ceremony, a tall

strapping wench, whose appearance proclaimed her occupation. We

received her with the utmost solemnity, and with a good deal of

entreaty she was persuaded to sit, when a profound silence ensued,

during which she fixed her eyes, with a disconsolate look, upon the

doctor, who was utterly confounded at her behaviour, and returned her

melancholy fourfold; at length, after a good many piteous sighs, she

wiped her eyes, and accosted him thus: “What! not one word of comfort?

Will nothing soften that stony heart of thine? Not all my tears! not

all my affliction! not the inevitable ruin thou hast brought upon me!

Where are thy vows, thou faithless, perjured man? Hast thou no

honour—no conscience—no remorse for thy perfidious conduct towards me?

Answer me, wilt thou at last do me justice, or must I have recourse to

heaven or hell for my revenge?” If poor Wagtail was amazed before she

spoke, what must his confusion be on hearing this address! His natural

paleness changed into a ghastly clay colour, his eyes rolled, his lip

trembled, and he answered in an accent not to be described, “Upon my

word, honour, and salvation, madam, you are actually mistaken in my

person. I have a most particular veneration for your sex, and, am

actually incapable of injuring any lady in the smallest degree, madam;

besides, madam, to the best of my recollection, I never had the honour

of seeing you before, as I hope to be saved, madam!” “How, traitor!”

cried she, “dost thou disown me then? Mistaken! no, too well I know

that fair bewitching face! too well I know that false enchanting

tongue! Alas! gentlemen, since the villain compels me by his

unkindness, to expose myself and him, know that this betrayer, under

the specious pretence of honourable addresses, won my heart, and taking

advantage of his conquest, robbed me of my virgin treasure, and

afterwards abandoned me to my fate! I am now four months gone with

child by him, turned out of doors by my relations, and left a prey to

misery and want! Yes, thou barbarian,” said she, turning to Wagtail,

“thou tiger, thou succubus! too well thou knowest my situation. But I

will tear out thy faithless heart, and deliver the world from such a

monster.” So saying, she sprang forward at the doctor, who with

incredible agility, jumped over the table, and ran behind Bragwell,

while the rest of us endeavoured to appease the furious heroine.

Although everybody in the company affected the utmost surprise, I could

easily perceive it was a scheme concerted among them to produce

diversion at the doctor’s expense, and being under no concern about the

consequence, I entered into the confederacy, and enjoyed the distress

of Wagtail, who with tears in his eyes begged the protection of the

company, declaring himself as innocent of the crime laid to his charge

as the foetus in utero; and hinting at the same time, that nature had

not put it in his power to be guilty of such a trespass. “Nature!”

cried the lady, “there was no nature in the case; he abused me by the

help of charms and spells; else how is it possible that any woman could

have listened to the addresses of such a scarecrow? Were these owlish

eyes made for ogling; that carrion complexion to be admired; or that

mouth, like a horse-shoe, to be kissed? No, no, you owe your success to

your philtres, to your drugs and incantations; and not to your natural

talents, which are, in every respect, mean and contemptible.”

The doctor thought he had got an opportunity of vindicating himself

effectually; and desired the complainant to compose herself but for

half-an-hour, in which he undertook to prove the absurdity of believing

in the power of incantations, which were only idle dreams of ignorance

and superstition. He accordingly pronounced a very learned discourse

upon the nature of ideas, the power and independence of the mind, the

properties of stimulating medicines, the difference between a proneness

to venery, which many simples would create, and a passion limited to

one object, which can only be the result of sense and reflection; and

concluded with a pathetic remonstrance, setting forth his unhappiness

in being persecuted with the resentment of a lady whom he had never

injured, nor even seen before that occasion, and whose faculties were,

in all likelihood, so much impaired by her misfortunes that an innocent

person was in danger of being ruined by her disorder. He had no sooner

finished his harangue, than the forlorn princess renewed her

lamentations, and cautioned the company against his eloquence, which,

she said, was able to bias the most impartial bench in Christendom.

Ranter advised him to espouse her immediately, as the only means to

save his reputation, and offered to accompany him to the Fleet for that

purpose; but Slyboot proposed that a father should be purchased for the

child, and a comfortable alimony settled on the mother. Ranter promised

to adopt the infant gratis. Wagtail was ready to worship him for his

generosity, and, though he persisted in protesting his innocence,

condescended to everything rather than his unblemished character should

be called into question. The lady rejected the proposal, and insisted

on matrimony. Bragwell took up the cudgels for the doctor, and

undertook to rid him of her importunity for half-a-guinea; upon which

Wagtail, with great eagerness, pulled out his purse, and put it into

the hand of his friend, who, taking half a piece out of it, gave it to

the plaintiff, and bade her thank God for her good fortune. When she

had received this bounty, she affected to weep, and begged, since the

physician had renounced her, he would at least vouchsafe her a parting

kiss; this he was prevailed upon to grant with great reluctance, and

went up with his usual solemnity to salute her, when she laid hold of

his cheek with her teeth, and held fast, while he roared with anguish,

to the unspeakable diversion of all present. When she thought proper to

release him, she dropped a low courtesy to the company, and quitted the

room, leaving the doctor in the utmost horror, not so much on account

of the pain, as the apprehension of the consequence of the bite; for,

by this time, he was convinced of her being mad. Banter prescribed the

actual cautery, and put the poker in the fire to be heated, in order to

sear the place. The player was of opinion that Bragwell should scoop

out the part affected with the point of his sword; but the painter

prevented both these dreadful operations by recommending a balsam he

had in his pocket, which never failed to cure the bite of a mad dog; so

saying, he pulled out a small bladder of black paint, with which he

instantly anointed not only the sore, but the greatest part of the

patient’s face, and left it in a frightful condition. In short, the

poor creature was so harassed with fear and vexation, that I pitied him

extremely, and sent him home in a chair, contrary to the inclination of

everybody present.

This freedom of mine gave umbrage to Bragwell, who testified his

displeasure by swearing a few threats, without making any application;

which, being perceived by Slyboot, who sat by me, he, with a view of

promoting a quarrel, whispered to me, that he thought Bragwell used me

very ill, but every man was the best judge of his own affairs. I

answered aloud, that I would neither suffer Mr. Bragwell nor him to use

me ill with impunity; and that I stood in no need of his counsel in

regard to the regulation of my conduct. He thought proper to ask a

thousand pardons, and assure me he meant no offence; while Bragwell

feigned himself asleep, that he might not be obliged to take notice of

what passed. But the player, who had more animal spirits and less

discretion than Slyboot, unwilling to let the affair rest where he had

dropped it, jogged Mr. Bragwell and told him softly that I had called

him names, and threatened to cudgel him. This particular I understood

by his starting, up and crying, “Blood and wounds, you lie! No man

durst treat me so ignominiously. Mr. Random, did you call me names, and

threaten to drub me?” I denied the imputation, and proposed to punish

the scoundrel who endeavoured to foment disturbance in the company.

Bragwell signified his approbation, and drew his sword; I did the same,

and accosted the actor in these words: “Lookee, Mr. Ranter; I know you

possess all the mimicry and mischievous qualities of an ape, because I

have observed you put them all in practice more than once to-night, on

me and others; now I want to see if you resemble one in nimbleness

also; therefore, I desire you leap over this sword without hesitation.”

So saying, I held it parallel to the horizon, at the distance of about

three feet from the floor, and called, “Once-twice-thrice—and away!”

but, instead of complying with my demand, he snatched his hat and

hanger, and, assuming the looks, swagger, and phrase of Pistol, burst

out into the following exclamation, “Ha! must I then perform inglorious

prank of sylvan ape in mountain forest caught! Death rock me asleep,

abridge my doleful days, and lay my head in fury’s lap—Have we not

Hiren here?” This buffoonery did not answer his expectation, for, by

this time, the company was bent on seeing him in a new character. Mr.

Banter desired me to hold my sword a foot or two higher, that he might

have the better opportunity of exerting himself. The painter told him,

if he performed well, he would recommend him as a vaulter to the

proprietors of Sadler’s Wells; and Bragwell crying, “Leap for the

King!” applied the point of his sword to the player’s posteriors with

such success, that he sprang over in a trice, and, finding the door

unguarded, vanished in a twinkling; glad, no doubt, of having paid his

share of the reckoning so easily.

It being now near two o’clock in the morning, we discharged the bill,

and sallied out into the street. The painter slunk away without taking

his leave. Billy Chatter, being unable to speak or stand, was sent to a

bagnio; and Banter and I accompanied Bragwell to Moll King’s

coffee-house, where after he had kicked half a dozen hungry whores, we

left him asleep on a bench, and directed our course towards

Charing-cross, near which place both he and I lodged.

The natural dryness of my companion being overcome by liquor, he

honoured me by the way with many compliments and professions, of

friendship, for which I made suitable acknowledgments, and told him I

thought myself happy in having, by my behaviour, removed the

unfavourable opinion he entertained of me at first sight. He was

surprised at this declaration, and begged me to explain myself; upon

which I mentioned what I had overheard him say of me to Wagtail in the

coffee-house. He laughed, and made an apology for his freedom, assuring

me, that my appearance had very much prepossessed him in my favour; and

what he said was only intended as a joke on the doctor’s solemnity. I

was highly pleased at being undeceived in this particular, and not a

little proud of the good opinion of this wit, who shook me by the hand

at parting, and promised to meet me the next day at the ordinary.

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