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to them.
We love no heaps of laws, where few will serve.
Om. O gracious Prince, 'save, 'save the good King Clause.

Hig. A Song to crown him.
Fer. Set a Centinel out first.
Snap. The word?
Hig. A Cove comes, and fumbumbis to it.-- Strike.
The SONG.
Cast our Caps and cares away: this is Beggars Holy-day, At the
Crowning of our King, thus we ever dance and sing. In the world look
out and see: where's so happy a Prince as he? Where the Nation live so
free, and so merry as do we? Be it peace, or be it war, here at liberty
we are, And enjoy our ease and rest; To the field we are not prest; Nor
are call'd into the Town, to be troubled with the Gown. Hang all
Officers we cry, and the Magistrate too, by; When the Subsidie's
encreast, we are not a penny Sest. Nor will any go to Law, with the
Beggar for a straw. All which happiness he brags, he doth owe unto his
rags.
Enter Snap, Hubert, and Hemskirke.
Snap. A Cove comes: Fumbumbis.
Prig. To your postures; arm.
Hub. Yonder's the Town: I see it.
Hemsk. There's our danger Indeed afore us, if our shadows save not.
Hig. Bless your good Worships.
Fer. One small piece of mony.
Prig. Amongst us all poor wretches.
Clau. Blind, and lame.

Ginks. For his sake that gives all.
Hig. Pitifull Worships.
Snap. One little doyt.
Enter Jaculin.
Jac. King, by your leave, where are you?
Fer. To buy a little bread.
Hig. To feed so many Mouths, as will ever pray for you.
Prig. Here be seven of us.
Hig. Seven, good Master, O remember seven, Seven blessings.
Fer. Remember, gentle Worship.
Hig. 'Gainst seven deadly sins.
Prig. And seven sleepers.
Hig. If they be hard of heart, and will give nothing-- Alas, we had not a
charity this three dayes.
Hub. There's amongst you all.
Fer. Heaven reward you.
Prig. Lord reward you.
Hig. The Prince of pity bless thee.
Hub. Do I see? or is't my fancy that would have it so? Ha? 'tis her face:
come hither maid.
Jac. What ha' you, Bells for my squirrel? I ha' giv'n bun meat, You do

not love me, do you? catch me a butterfly, And I'le love you again;
when? can you tell? Peace, we go a birding: I shall have a fine thing.
[Exit.
Hub. Her voyce too sayes the same; but for my head I would not that
her manners were so chang'd. Hear me thou honest fellow; what's this
maiden, That lives amongst you here?
Gin. Ao, ao, ao, ao.
Hub. How? nothing but signs?
Gin. Ao, ao, ao, ao.
Hub. This is strange, I would fain have it her, but not her thus.
Hig. He is de-de-de-de-de-de-deaf, and du-du-dude-dumb Sir.
Hub. Slid they did all speak plain ev'n now me thought. Do'st thou
know this same maid?
Snap. Why, why, why, why, which, gu, gu, gu, gu, Gods fool She was
bo-bo-bo-bo-born at the barn yonder, By-be-be-be-be-Beggars
Bush-bo-bo-Bush Her name is, My-my-my-my-my-match: so was her
Mo-mo-mo-Mothers too-too.
Hub. I understand no word he says; how long Has she been here?
Snap. Lo-lo-long enough to be ni-ni-nigled, and she ha' go-go-go-good
luck.
Hub. I must be better inform'd, than by this way. Here was another face
too, that I mark'd Of the old mans: but they are vanish'd all Most
suddenly: I will come here again, O, that I were so happy, as to find it,
What I yet hope: it is put on.
Hem. What mean you Sir, To stay there with that stammerer?
Hub. Farewell friend,-- It will be worth return, to search: Come, Protect

us our disguise now, pre'thee Hemskirk If we be taken, how do'st thou
imagine This town will use us, that hath stood so long Out against
Wolfort?
Hem. Ev'n to hang us forth Upon their walls a sunning, to make Crows
meat, If I were not assur'd o' the Burgomaster, And had a pretty excuse
to see a niece there, I should scarce venture.
Hub. Come 'tis now too late To look back at the ports: good luck, and
enter. [Exeunt.

SCENA II.
Enter Goswin.
Gos. Still blow'st thou there? and from all other parts, Do all my agents
sleep, that nothing comes? There's a conspiracy of windes, and servants,
If not of Elements, to ha' me break; What should I think unless the Seas,
and Sands Had swallow'd up my ships? or fire had spoil'd My
ware-houses? or death devour'd my Factors? I must ha' had some
returns.
Enter Merchants.
1 Mer. 'Save you Sir.
Gos. 'Save you.
1 Mer. No news yet o' your Ships?
Gos. Not any yet Sir.
1 Mer. 'Tis strange. [Exit.
Gos. 'Tis true Sir: what