Pen. Most happily:
I have two boys that use to sweep foul Chimneys,
Truly I brought 'em, Sir, to mock your worship,
For the great Fires ye keep, and the full Diet.
Lop. I forgive thee knave, where are they?
Pen. Here Sir, here:
Monsieur Black, will your small worship mount?
Enter two Boys.
1 Boy. Madam è be com to creep up into your Chimney, and make you
[Boy sings.
Cleane, as any Lady in de world: Ma litla, litla frera, and è,
Chanta, frere, chanta.
Pen. Come Monsieur, mountè, mountè, mount Monsieur Mustard-pot.
[Boy sings.
1 Boy. Monsieur è have dis for votra barba, ple ta vou Monsieur.