Snap. King of Heaven go with you.
Omn. Now good reward him, May he never want it, to comfort still the poor, in a good hour.
Fer. What is't? see: Snap has got it.
Snap. A good crown, marry.
Prig. A crown of gold.
Fer. For our new King: good luck.
Ginks. To the common treasury with it; if't be gold, Thither it must.
Prig. Spoke like a Patriot, Ferret—
King Clause, I bid God save thee first, first, Clause,
After this golden token of a crown;
Where's oratour Higgen with his gratuling speech now
In all our names?
Fer. Here he is pumping for it.
Gin. H'has cough'd the second time, 'tis but once more And then it comes.