Hig. Then bear up bravely with your Brute my lads, Higgen hath prig'd the prancers in his dayes, And sold good penny-worths; we will have a course, The Spirit of Bottom, is grown bottomless.
Prig. I'le mand no more, nor cant.
Hig. Yes, your sixpenny worth In private, Brother, sixpence is a sum I'le steal you any mans Dogg for.
Prig. For sixpence more You'l tell the owner where he is.
Hig. 'Tis right,
Higgen must practise, so must Prig to eat;
And write the Letter: and gi' the word. But now
No more, as either of these.
Prig. But as true Beggars, As e're we were.
Hig. We stand here, for an Epilogue;
Ladies, your bounties first; the rest will follow;
For womens favours are a leading alms,
If you be pleas'd look cheerly, throw your eyes
Out at your masks.
Prig. And let your beauties sparkle.
Hig. So may you ne'er want dressings, Jewels, gowns Still i' the fashion.
Prig. Nor the men you love, Wealth nor discourse to please you.