_Prig._ Not a drop now I thank you; Away, we are discover'd else. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Gerrard _like a blind_ Aqua vitae man, _and a Boy, singing the Song._ _Bring out your Cony-skins, fair maids to me, And hold 'em fair that I may see; Grey, black, and blue: for your smaller skins, I'll give ye looking-glasses, pins: And for your whole Coney, here's ready, ready Money. Come Gentle_ Jone, _do thou begin With thy black, black, black Coney-skin. And_ Mary _then, and_ Jane _will follow, With their silver hair'd skins, and their yellow. The white Cony-skin, I will not lay by, For though it be faint, 'tis fair to the eye; The grey, it is warm, but yet for my Money, Give me the bonny, bonny black Cony. Come away fair Maids, your skins will decay: Come, and take money, maids, put your ware away. Cony-skins, Cony-skins, have ye any Cony-skins, I have fine bracelets, and fine silver pins._ _Ger._ Buy any Brand Wine, buy any Brand Wine? _Boy._ Have ye any Cony-skins? _2 [B.]_ My fine Canary-bird, there's a Cake for thy Worship. _1 B._ Come fill, fill, fill, fill suddenly: let's see Sir, What's this? _Ger._ A penny, Sir. _1 B._ Fill till't be six-pence, And there's my Pig. _Boy._ This is a Counter, Sir. _1 B._ A Counter! stay ye, what are these then? O execrable Jugler! O dama'd Jugler! Look in your hose, hoa, this comes of looking forward. _3 B._ Devil a Dunkirk! what a Rogue's this Jugler! This hey pass, repass, h'as repast us sweetly. _2 B._ Do ye call these tricks. _Enter_ Higgen. _Hig._ Have ye any Ends of Gold, or Silver? _2 B._ This Fellow comes to mock us; Gold or Silver? cry Copper. _1 B._ Yes, my good Friend, We have e'n an end of all we have. _Hig._ 'Tis well Sir, You have the less to care for: Gold and Silver. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Prigg. _Pr._ Have ye any old Cloaks to sell, have ye any old Cloaks to sell? [_Exit._ _1 B._ Cloaks! Look about ye Boys: mine's gone! _2 B._ A ------ juggle 'em? ------ O they're Prestoes: mine's gone too! _3 B._ Here's mine yet. _1 B._ Come, come let's drink then more Brand Wine. _Boy._ Here Sir. _1 B._ If e'r I catch your Sow-gelder, by this hand I'll strip him: Were ever Fools so ferkt? We have two Cloaks yet; And all our Caps; the Devil take the Flincher. _All B._ Yaw, yaw, yaw, yaw. _Enter_ Hemskirk. _Hem._ Good do'n my honest Fellows, You are merry here I see. _3 B._ 'Tis all we have left, Sir. _Hem._ What hast thou? Aqua vitae? _Boy._ Yes. _Hem._ Fill out then; And give these honest Fellows round. _All B._ We thank ye. _Hem._ May I speak a word in private to ye? _All B._ Yes Sir. _Hem._ I have a business for you, honest Friends, If you dare lend your help, shall get you crowns. _Ger._ Ha! Lead me a little nearer, Boy. _1 B._ What is't Sir? If it be any thing to purchase money, Which is our want, [command] us. _Boors._ All, all, all, Sir. _Hem._ You know the young spruce Merchant in _Bruges_? _2 B._ Who? Master _Goswin_?