Chap-books of the eighteenth century . e back side of the house, making him go up to his chin in apond, and then paid him his fees with a cudgel; after whichhe went away with the amends in his hands; for she was sowell beloved that no person would meddle with her. Chap. her meeting with a Nobleman, and her Usage to him AND to the watch. Now it happened she once put on a suit of mans same night it fell out, that a young nobleman being dis-posed for mirth, would go abroad to see the fashions, andcoming down the Strand, espies her, and seeing such a tallfellow, asked him whither
Chap-books of the eighteenth century . e back side of the house, making him go up to his chin in apond, and then paid him his fees with a cudgel; after whichhe went away with the amends in his hands; for she was sowell beloved that no person would meddle with her. Chap. her meeting with a Nobleman, and her Usage to him AND to the watch. Now it happened she once put on a suit of mans same night it fell out, that a young nobleman being dis-posed for mirth, would go abroad to see the fashions, andcoming down the Strand, espies her, and seeing such a tallfellow, asked him whither he was going ? Marry, said she, toSt. Nicholass to buy a calves head. How much money hastthou ? In faith, said she, little enough, will you lend meany?—Aye, said he, and putting his thumb into her mouth,said—Theres a tester. She gave him a good box on the ear,and said. Theres a groat, now I owe you twopence. Where-upon the Nobleman drew, and his man too ; and she was asactive as they, so together they go; but she drove them before. her into a little Chandlers shop, insomuch that the Constablecame in to part the fray, and, having asked what they were,the nobleman told his name, at which they all pulled off their S3^ CJiap-Books of the EighteeiitJi Century. caps—And what is your name? said the Constable. Mine,said she is Cuthbert Curry Knave—Upon this the constablecommanded some to lay hold on her, and carry her to theCompter. She out with her sword and set upon the watch,and behaved very resolutely; but the constable calling forclubs, Meg was forced to cry out, Masters, hold your hands,I am your friend, hurt not Long Meg of Westminster—Sothey all staid their hands, and the nobleman took them all tothe tavern; and thus ended the fray. Chap. 7. Meg goes a shroving, fights the Thieves of St. JamessCorner and makes them restore Father Willis theCarrier his hundred marks. Not only the cities of London and Westminster, but Lancashirealso, rung of Megs fame : so they desired
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