Bust. 'Tis lawful now, she's none of my Sister.
It was a Miller and a Lord
That had a scabbard and a sword
He put it up in the Countrey word
The Miller and his daughter.
She has a face, and she can sing,
She has a Grace, and she can spring,
She has a place with another thing
Tradoodle.
Fra. A knavish Brother of yours (my Lord.)
Bust. Would I were acquainted with your Taylor (Noble Brother.)
Otr. You may: there he is: mine, newly entertain'd.
Ver. If you have any work for me, I can fit you Sir, I fitted the Lady.
Bust. My Sister (Tailor,) what fits her will hardly fit me.
Ver. Who fits her may fit you Sir, the Tailor can do both.
Bust. You have a true yard (Tailor.)
Ver. Ne'r a whit too long, I warrant you.
Bust. Then (Tailor) march with me away
I scorn these robes I must be gay,
My noble Brother he shall pay
Tom Tailor. [Exeunt.