A Burgher.
No! this new burgomaster don’t please me,
Now that he’s made, his pride mounts high and higher;
And for the town, say, what does he?
Are we not deep and deeper in the mire?
In strictness day by day he waxes,
And more than ever lays on taxes.
A Beggar. [singing]
Ye gentle sirs, and ladies fair,
With clothes so fine, and cheeks so red,