Clau. Thither I refer them, Those, you at leisure shall interpret to them. We love no heaps of laws, where few will serve.
Om. O gracious Prince, 'save, 'save the good King Clause.
Hig. A Song to crown him.
Fer. Set a Centinel out first.
Snap. The word?
Hig. A Cove comes, and fumbumbis to it.— Strike.
_The SONG.
Cast our Caps and cares away: this is Beggars Holy-day,
At the Crowning of our King, thus we ever dance and sing.
In the world look out and see: where's so happy a Prince as he?
Where the Nation live so free, and so merry as do we?
Be it peace, or be it war, here at liberty we are,
And enjoy our ease and rest; To the field we are not prest;
Nor are call'd into the Town, to be troubled with the Gown.
Hang all Officers we cry, and the Magistrate too, by;
When the Subsidie's encreast, we are not a penny Sest.
Nor will any go to Law, with the Beggar for a straw.
All which happiness he brags, he doth owe unto his rags._
Enter Snap, Hubert, and Hemskirke.
Snap. A Cove comes: Fumbumbis.