1 Shep. And my green slops I was married in; my bonnet
With my carnation point with Silver tags, boyes:
You know where I won it.
1 Countr. Thou wilt ne're be old, Alexis.
1 Shep. And I shall find some toyes that have been favors,
And nose-gayes, and such knacks: for there be wenches.
3 Shep. My mantle goes on too I plaid young Paris in,
And the new garters Amaryllis sent me.
1 Count. Yes, yes: we'l all be handsom, and wash our faces.
Neighbour, I see a remnant of March dust
That's hatch'd into your chaps: I pray ye be carefull,
Enter Geta.
And mundifie your muzzel.
2 Countr. I'le to th' Barbers,
It shall cost me I know what. Who's this?
3 Shep. Give room, neighbours,
A great man in our State: gods bless your worship.
2 Countr. Encrease your Mastership.