2 B. He.
3 B. The Devil a penny's here!
Prig. This was a rare trick.
1 B. But 'twould be a far rarer to restore it.
Prig. I'll do ye that too; look upon me earnestly, And move not any ways your eyes from this place, This Button here? pow, whir, whiss, shake your pockets.
1 B. By th' Mass 'tis here again, boys.
Prig. Rest ye merry; My first trick has paid me.
All B. I, take it, take it, And take some drink too.
Prig. Not a drop now I thank you; Away, we are discover'd else. [Exit.
Enter Gerrard like a blind Aqua vitae man, and a Boy, singing the Song.