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1.
_He ran at me first in the shape of a Ram,
And over and over the Sow-Gelder came;
I rise and I halter'd him fast by the horn,
I pluckt out his Stones as you'd pick out a Corn.
Baa, quoth the Devil, and forth he slunk,
And left us a Carcase of Mutton that stunk.
2.
The next time I rode a good mile and a half,
Where I heard he did live in disguise of a Calf,
I bound and I gelt him, ere he did any evil;
He was here at his best, but a sucking Devil.
Maa, yet he cry'd, and forth he did steal,
And this was sold after, for excellent Veal.
3.
Some half a year after in the form of a Pig,
I met with the Rogue, and he look'd very big;
I catch'd at his leg, laid him down on a log,
Ere a man could fart twice, I had made him a Hog.
Owgh, quoth the Devil, and forth gave a Jerk,
That a Jew was converted, and eat of the Perk._
1 Bo. Groats apiece, Groats apiece, Groats apiece, There sweet Sow-Gelder.
Enter Prig and Ferret.
Prig. Will ye see any feats of activity, Some Sleight of hand, Legerdemain? hey pass, Presto, be gone there?
2 Bo. Sit down Jugler.
Prig. Sirrah, play you your art well; draw near Piper:
Look you, my honest friends, you see my hands;
Plain dealing is no Devil: lend me some Money,
Twelve-pence a piece will serve.
1. 2. B. There, there.
Prig. I thank you, Thank ye heartily: when shall I pay ye?
All B. Ha, ha, ha, by th' Mass this was a fine trick.
Prig. A merry sleight toy: but now I'll show your Worships A trick indeed.
Hig. Mark him well now my Masters.
Prig. Here are three balls, These balls shall be three bullets, One, two, and three: ascentibus, malentibus.
Presto, be gone: they are vanish'd: fair play, Gentlemen. Now these three, like three Bullets, from your three Noses Will I pluck presently: fear not, no harm Boys,
Titere, tu patule.
1 B. Oh, oh, oh.
Prig. Recubans sub jermlne fagi.
2 B. Ye pull too hard; ye pull too hard.
Prig. Stand fair then: Silvertramtrim-tram.
3 B. Hold, hold, hold.
Prig. Come aloft, bullets three, with a whim-wham. Have ye their Moneys?
Hig. Yes, yes.
1 B. Oh rare Jugler!
2 B. Oh admirable Jugler!
Prig. One trick more yet;
Hey, come aloft; sa, sa, flim, flum, taradumbis?
East, West, North, South, now fly like Jack with a bumbis.
Now all your money's gone; pray search your pockets.
1 B. Humh.
2 B. He.
3 B. The Devil a penny's here!
Prig. This was a rare trick.
1 B. But 'twould be a far rarer to restore it.
Prig. I'll do ye that too; look upon me earnestly, And move not any ways your eyes from this place, This Button here? pow, whir, whiss, shake your pockets.
1 B. By th' Mass 'tis here again, boys.
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-glasses, 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 pass, repass, 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?
Hem. That he owes me money, And here in town there is no stirring of him.
Ger. Say ye so?
Hem. This day, upon a sure appointment, He meets me a mile hence, by the Chase side, Under the row of Oaks; do you know it?
All B. Yes Sir.
Hem. Give 'em more drink: there if you dare but venture When I shall give the word to seize upon him Here's twenty pound.
3 B. Beware the Jugler.
Hem. If he resist, down with him, have no mercy.
1 B. I warrant you, we'll hamper him.
Hem. To discharge you, I have a Warrant here about me.
3 B. Here's our Warrant, This carries fire i'th' Tail.
Hem. Away with me then,
The time draws on,
I must remove so insolent a Suitor,
And if he be so rich, make him pay ransome
Ere he see Bruges Towers again. Thus wise men
Repair the hurts they take by a disgrace,
And piece the Lions skin with the Foxes case.
Ger. I am glad I have heard this sport yet.
Hem. There's for thy drink, come pay the house within Boys, And lose no time.
Ger. Away with all our haste too. [Exeunt.