Boy. Sir, they say they know all your Money is gone, and they will trust you for no more drink.
Old mer. Will they not? let 'em chuse: the best is I have mirth at home, and need not send abroad for that; let them keep their drink to themselves.
For Jillian of Berry, she dwells on a hill,
And she hath good Beer and Ale to sell,
And of good fellows she thinks no ill,
And thither will we go now, now, now, and thither
Will we go now.
And when you have made a little stay,
You need not [aske] what is to pay,
But kiss your Hostess and go your way. And thither, &c.
Enter another Boy.
2. Boy. Sir, I can get no bread for supper.
Old mer. Hang bread and supper, let's preserve our mirth, and we shall never feel hunger, I'll warrant you, let's have a Catch, boy follow me, come sing this Catch.
Ho, ho, no body at home, meat, nor drink, nor money ha we none, fill the pot Eedy, never more need I.
Old mer. So boyes enough, follow me, let's change our place and we shall laugh afresh. [Exeunt.
Wife. Let him go George, a shall not have any countenance from us, not a good word from any i'th' Company, if I may strike stroke in't.