Night. To the tune of Paggington’s pound, sir.
Cokes. [sings.] Fa, la la la, la la la, fa, la la la! Nay, I’ll put thee in tune and all; mine own country dance! Pray thee begin.
Night. It is a gentle admonition, you must know, sir, both to the purse-cutter and the purse-bearer.
Cokes. Not a word more out of the tune, an thou lov’st me; Fa, la la la, la la la, fa, la la la. Come, when?
Night. [sings.] My masters, and friends, and good people, draw near,
And look to your purses, for that I do say;
Cokes. Ha, ha, this chimes! Good counsel at first dash.
Night. And tho’ little money in them you do bear,
It costs more to get, than to lose in a day.