3 Beg. Very hungry people.
Alp. And very Lousy.
4 Beg. Yes forsooth, so, so.
Por. I'le undertake five hundred head about 'em,
And that's no needy Grasier.
Alp. What are you?
Pil. Strangers that come to wonder at your charity,
Yet people poor enough to beg a blessing.
Cur. Use them with favour, Sir, their shews are reverent,
It seems ye are holy Pilgrims?
Pil. Ye guess right, Sir,
And bound far off, to offer our devotions.
Alp. What make ye this way? we keep no Reliques here,
Nor holy Shrines.
Pil. The holiest we ere heard of;
Ye keep a living monument of goodness,
A Daughter of that pious excellence,
The very Shrines of Saints sink at her vertues,
And swear they cannot hold pace with her pieties,
We come to see this Lady: not with prophane eyes,
Nor wanton bloods, to doat upon her beauties,
But through our tedious wayes to beg her blessings.