_Hig._ Will you hear a Song how the Devil was gelded? _3 Bo._ I, I, let's hear the Devil roar, Sow-gelder. SONG. 1. _He ran at me first in the shape of a Ram, And over and over the Sow-Gelder came; I rise and I halter'd him fast by the horn, I pluckt out his Stones as you'd pick out a Corn. Baa, quoth the Devil, and forth he slunk, And left us a Carcase of Mutton that stunk. 2. The next time I rode a good mile and a half, Where I heard he did live in disguise of a Calf, I bound and I gelt him, ere he did any evil; He was here at his best, but a sucking Devil. Maa, yet he cry'd, and forth he did steal, And this was sold after, for excellent Veal. 3. Some half a year after in the form of a Pig, I met with the Rogue, and he look'd very big; I catch'd at his leg, laid him down on a log, Ere a man could fart twice, I had made him a Hog. Owgh, quoth the Devil, and forth gave a Jerk, That a Jew was converted, and eat of the Perk._ _1 Bo._ Groats apiece, Groats apiece, Groats apiece, There sweet Sow-Gelder. _Enter_ Prig _and_ Ferret. _Prig._ Will ye see any feats of activity, Some Sleight of hand, Legerdemain? hey pass, Presto, be gone there? _2 Bo._ Sit down Jugler. _Prig._ Sirrah, play you your art well; draw near Piper: Look you, my honest friends, you see my hands; Plain dealing is no Devil: lend me some Money, Twelve-pence a piece will serve. _1. 2. B._ There, there. _Prig._ I thank you, Thank ye heartily: when shall I pay ye? _All B._ Ha, ha, ha, by th' Mass this was a fine trick. _Prig._ A merry sleight toy: but now I'll show your Worships A trick indeed. _Hig._ Mark him well now my Masters. _Prig._ Here are three balls, These balls shall be three bullets, One, two, and three: _ascentibus, malentibus_. _Presto_, be gone: they are vanish'd: fair play, Gentlemen. Now these three, like three Bullets, from your three Noses Will I pluck presently: fear not, no harm Boys, _Titere, tu patule._ _1 B._ Oh, oh, oh. _Prig._ _Recubans sub jermlne fagi._ _2 B._ Ye pull too hard; ye pull too hard. _Prig._ Stand fair then: _Silvertramtrim-tram._ _3 B._ Hold, hold, hold. _Prig._ Come aloft, bullets three, with a whim-wham. Have ye their Moneys? _Hig._ Yes, yes. _1 B._ Oh rare Jugler! _2 B._ Oh admirable Jugler! _Prig._ One trick more yet; Hey, come aloft; _sa, sa, flim, flum, taradumbis_? East, West, North, South, now fly like _Jack_ with a _bumbis_. Now all your money's gone; pray search your pockets. _1 B._ Humh. _2 B._ He. _3 B._ The Devil a penny's here! _Prig._ This was a rare trick. _1 B._ But 'twould be a far rarer to restore it. _Prig._ I'll do ye that too; look upon me earnestly, And move not any ways your eyes from this place, This Button here? pow, whir, whiss, shake your pockets. _1 B._ By th' Mass 'tis here again, boys. _Prig._ Rest ye merry; My first trick has paid me. _All B._ I, take it, take it, And take some drink too.