_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 Worship.

_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_?