Prig. Sirrah, play you your art well; draw near Piper:
Look you, my honest friends, you see my hands;
Plain dealing is no Devil: lend me some Money,
Twelve-pence a piece will serve.
1. 2. B. There, there.
Prig. I thank you, Thank ye heartily: when shall I pay ye?
All B. Ha, ha, ha, by th' Mass this was a fine trick.
Prig. A merry sleight toy: but now I'll show your Worships A trick indeed.
Hig. Mark him well now my Masters.
Prig. Here are three balls, These balls shall be three bullets, One, two, and three: ascentibus, malentibus.
Presto, be gone: they are vanish'd: fair play, Gentlemen. Now these three, like three Bullets, from your three Noses Will I pluck presently: fear not, no harm Boys,
Titere, tu patule.
1 B. Oh, oh, oh.