Avar. Alas, my sweet bags! how lank and empty ye be;
But, in faith and troth, sirs! the fault is not in me.
Resp. Well, my help and comfort, oh Lord! must come from Thee.
Avar. And my sweet purses here, I pray you all, see, see!
How the little fool gasp and gape for gromwell-seed!
Resp. If it be Thy will, Lord! send some redress with speed.
Avar. But, in faith, good sweet fools! it shall cost me a fall.
But I will shortly fill you, and stop your mouths all.
Resp. Oh, that it were my hap, on friendly friends to light!
Avar. Ha, ha! who is that same, that speaketh yonder in sight?
Who is't? Respublica? yea, by the Mary mass!
Resp. Then might I be again as well as ere I was.
Avar. Hide up these pipes! now, I pray God she be blind;
I am half afraid lest she have an eye behind.
We must now change our copy: oh, Lord! how I fray,
Lest she saw my toys, and heard what I did say!
Resp. Is there no good man that on me will have mercy?