Anto. I’ve known that often fail, when it was try’d
But they come—
[Flourish.
Enter first Gipsie, and sings.
1. Gipsie.
COme, come, away; follow, follow your Prince,
I am King of the swarthy Complexions;
Follow me that can lead you through Chimneys and Chinks
To steal Bacon and Pease;
Nay, sometimes with ease
To a Feast of the choycest Confections.
Come, follow me then, come away, come away.
Enter second Gipsie, and sings.
2. Gip. We know no Rebellion, but obey, but obey,
To our King we are just,
And true to our trust,
Leaving discord to those, that their Princes oppose,
When by the Spirit of Treason in Non-sence they pray.
Enter all the rest, and sing.
Chor. We know &c.
1. Gip. Come then, and follow, a prize, a prize, a prize.
2. Gip. Give the word then, and helloa.