To have all your money again,
and the face on't once more to see:
Quoth the Taylors we'l give the ton half,
and that's very fair you do know,
Altho' that we were such fools,
to part with our good silver so.
O this &c.
Then straitways he call'd for the Cook,
then the Taylors did laugh in their sleeve,
And set her to conjuring strait,