CHRISTMAS, attired in round hose, long stockings, a closed doublet, a high-crowned hat, with a brooch, a long thin beard, a truncheon, little ruffs, white shoes, his scarfs and garters tied cross, and his drum beaten before him. HIS SONS AND DAUGHTERS (ten in number) led in, in a string, by CUPID, who is attired in a flat cap, and a prentice's coat, with wings at his shoulders. MISRULE, in a velvet cap, with a sprig, a short cloak, great yellow ruff, his torch-bearer bearing a rope, a cheese, and a basket. CAROL, a long tawney coat, with a red cap, and a flute at his girdle, his torch-bearer carrying a song-book open. MINCED PIE, like a fine cook's wife, drest neat; her man carrying a pie, dish, and spoons. GAMBOL, like a tumbler, with a hoop and bells; his torch-bearer arm'd with a colt staff and a binding staff. POST AND PAIR, with a pair-royal of aces in his hat; his garment all done over with pairs and purs; his squire carrying a box, cards, and counters. NEW YEAR'S GIFT, in a blue coat, serving man like, with an orange, and a sprig of rosemary gilt, on his head, his hat full of brooches, with a collar of gingerbread; his torch-bearer carrying a march pane with a bottle of wine on either arm. MUMMING, in a masquing pied suit, with a vizard; his torch-bearer carrying the box, and ringing it. WASSEL, like a neat sempster and songster; her page bearing a brown bowl, drest with ribands, and rosemary, before her. OFFERING, in a short gown, with a porter's staff in his hand, a wyth borne before him, and a bason, by his torch-bearer. BABY CAKE (_Twelfth cake_), dressed like a boy, in a fine long coat, biggin bib, muckender, and a little dagger; his usher bearing a great cake, with a bean and a pease. After some dialogue, Christmas introduces his family in the following song:-- Now, their intent, is above to present, With all the appurtenances, A right Christmas, as, of old, it was, To be gathered out of the dances. Which they do bring, and afore the king, The queen, and prince, as it were now Drawn here by love; who over and above, Doth draw himself in the geer too. [_Here the drum and fife sounds, and they march about once. In the second coming up_, Christmas _proceeds to his_ Song.] Hum drum, sauce for a coney; No more of your martial music; Even for the sake o' the next new stake, For there I do mean to use it. And now to ye, who in place are to see With roll and farthingale hooped; I pray you know, though he want his bow, By the wings, that this is CUPID. He might go back, for to cry _What you lack?_ But that were not so witty: His cap and coat are enough to note, That he is the Love o' the City. And he leads on, though he now be gone, For that was only his rule: But now comes in, Tom of Bosom's-Inn, And he presenteth MIS-RULE.