All. A prize, a prize, a prize.
1. Gip. Here are Gallants and Ladies have fortunes to tell.
2. Gip. We’l tell e’m good Fortune if they give us a spell.
1. Gip. A hand crost with silver the Spirit infuses.
2. Gip. There’s no Prophet lately that mettle refuses.
1. Gip. Men get Heaven now by Bargain and Sale.
Masses, Trentals and Dirges
Are not had for no Charges,
And a Vicar for nothing won’t tell you a Tale.
All. Masses, &c.
1. Gip. All things are bought and sold.
2. Gip. Good Fortune goes with Gold.
1. Gip. Fall on to your Trading then.