One toulde a Drover that beleev’d it not,
What booties at the playes the Cut-purse got,
But if t’were so my Drovers wit was quicke,
He vow’d to serve the Cut-purse a new tricke.
Next day unto the play, pollicy hy’d,
A bag of fortie shillings by his side,
Which houlding fast he taketh up his stand,
If stringes be cut his purse is in his hand.
A fine conceited Cut-purse spying this,
Lookt for no more, the for shillings his,