Peer.
And the worms are squabbling for rags and clouts.
The Man in Mourning.
That’s the end of the ditty; it’s over and done.
Peer.
All the ditties end just alike;
And they’re all old together; I knew ’em as a boy.
A Lad of Twenty.
[With a casting-ladle.]
Just look what a rare thing I’ve been buying!