And thither, &c."
Enter another Boy.
2nd Boy. Sir, I can get no bread for supper.
Old Mer. Hang bread and supper, let's preserve our mirth,
and we shall never feel hunger, I'll warrant you; let's have a
catch. Boy, follow me; come sing this catch:
"Ho, ho, nobody at home,
Meat, nor drink, nor money ha' we none;
Fill the pot, Eedy,
Never more need I."