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_Prig._ Rest ye merry; My first trick has paid me.
_All B._ I, take it, take it, And take some drink too.
_Prig._ Not a drop now I thank you; Away, we are discover'd else. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Gerrard _like a blind_ Aqua vitae man, _and a Boy, singing the Song._
_Bring out your Cony-skins, fair maids to me, And hold 'em fair that I may see; Grey, black, and blue: for your smaller skins, I'll give ye looking-gla.s.ses, pins: And for your whole Coney, here's ready, ready Money.
Come Gentle_ Jone, _do thou begin With thy black, black, black Coney-skin.
And_ Mary _then, and_ Jane _will follow, With their silver hair'd skins, and their yellow.
The white Cony-skin, I will not lay by, For though it be faint, 'tis fair to the eye; The grey, it is warm, but yet for my Money, Give me the bonny, bonny black Cony.
Come away fair Maids, your skins will decay: Come, and take money, maids, put your ware away.
Cony-skins, Cony-skins, have ye any Cony-skins, I have fine bracelets, and fine silver pins._
_Ger._ Buy any Brand Wine, buy any Brand Wine?
_Boy._ Have ye any Cony-skins?
_2 [B.]_ My fine Canary-bird, there's a Cake for thy Wors.h.i.+p.
_1 B._ Come fill, fill, fill, fill suddenly: let's see Sir, What's this?
_Ger._ A penny, Sir.
_1 B._ Fill till't be six-pence, And there's my Pig.
_Boy._ This is a Counter, Sir.
_1 B._ A Counter! stay ye, what are these then?
O execrable Jugler! O dama'd Jugler!
Look in your hose, hoa, this comes of looking forward.
_3 B._ Devil a Dunkirk! what a Rogue's this Jugler!
This hey pa.s.s, repa.s.s, h'as repast us sweetly.
_2 B._ Do ye call these tricks.
_Enter_ Higgen.
_Hig._ Have ye any Ends of Gold, or Silver?
_2 B._ This Fellow comes to mock us; Gold or Silver? cry Copper.
_1 B._ Yes, my good Friend, We have e'n an end of all we have.
_Hig._ 'Tis well Sir, You have the less to care for: Gold and Silver. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Prigg.
_Pr._ Have ye any old Cloaks to sell, have ye any old Cloaks to sell?
[_Exit._
_1 B._ Cloaks! Look about ye Boys: mine's gone!
_2 B._ A ------ juggle 'em?
------ O they're Prestoes: mine's gone too!
_3 B._ Here's mine yet.
_1 B._ Come, come let's drink then more Brand Wine.
_Boy._ Here Sir.
_1 B._ If e'r I catch your Sow-gelder, by this hand I'll strip him: Were ever Fools so ferkt? We have two Cloaks yet; And all our Caps; the Devil take the Flincher.
_All B._ Yaw, yaw, yaw, yaw.
_Enter_ Hemskirk.
_Hem._ Good do'n my honest Fellows, You are merry here I see.
_3 B._ 'Tis all we have left, Sir.
_Hem._ What hast thou? Aqua vitae?
_Boy._ Yes.
_Hem._ Fill out then; And give these honest Fellows round.
_All B._ We thank ye.
_Hem._ May I speak a word in private to ye?
_All B._ Yes Sir.
_Hem._ I have a business for you, honest Friends, If you dare lend your help, shall get you crowns.
_Ger._ Ha!
Lead me a little nearer, Boy.
_1 B._ What is't Sir?
If it be any thing to purchase money, Which is our want, [command] us.
_Boors._ All, all, all, Sir.
_Hem._ You know the young spruce Merchant in _Bruges_?
_2 B._ Who? Master _Goswin_?
