Men Gip. W’are for the Ladies.
Wom. Gip. And we for the Men.
1. Gip. To Cæl. Lady, you have lost a Lover,
Cross my hand, I’le more discover.
2. Gip. To Anto. My Lord, I know you baseness scorn,
And would be loath to wear a Horn.
1. Gip. To Eug. Lady, some do speak you fair,
That hatred to your welfare bear.
2. Gip. To Ger. My Lord, you Love a handsom Lady,
She Loves you as well it may be.
1. Gip. sings. Thus we seldom miss the matter,
Things past we can tell, by these Generals well,
And ne’re stay to prove the truth of the latter.
All. Things past, &c.
1. To Cæl. You shall Live long and happily, Lady.
2. To Anto. My Lord, I can tell you, good Fortunes your Friend.