Then straightway the Gentleman spoke, what will you give then (said he) To have all your money again, and the face on't once more to see: Quoth the Taylors we'l give the ton half, and that's very fair you do know, Altho' that we were such fools, to part with our good silver so. _O this &c._ Then straitways he call'd for the Cook, then the Taylors did laugh in their sleeve, And set her to conjuring strait, which made the poor Taylors believe; That she by her art had it found, and show'd them the place where it lay, Which made the poor Taylors to smile, so merry and jocand was they. _O this &c._ Here take half the money said they, the which we did promise to you, And for you we ever will pray, for such Cook-Maids there is but a few; I'le have none of your money she said, as sure as i'me here alive, One may know what Cowards you are, to let a Hogs-Pudding to fright you all 5. _O this &c._ And thus the old Proverb is true, nine Taylors do make but one man, And now it doth plainly appear, let them all do what they can; For had they been stout hearted Lads, they need not called for aid, Nor afraid to tast of a Pudding, nor yet be'n out-brav'd by a Maid. _O this &c._ FINIS. Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, at Pye-Corner, near West Smithfield. [Footnote 206: This engraving is from another version, (C. 22 f. 2)/101] _How_ Jacke _by playing of the Whiting got his dinner._ [105.] When the sicknesse was at Oxford, on a time _Scogin_ went out of Oxford, and did lye at S. Bartholemewes by Oxford, and hee had a poore scholler to dresse his meat: On a Friday he said to his scholler, _Jacke_, here is twopence, goe to the market and buy me three whitings, the which his scholler did; & when hee was come home, _Scogin_ said, _Jacke_, goe seeth me a whiting to my dinner: _Jacke_ heard him say so, and deferred the time, thinking hee should fare ill when that his master had but a whiting to dinner. At last _Scogin_ said, doth the fish play? _Jacke_ said, would you have one play without a fellow? _Scogin_ said, _Jacke_ thou saist truth, put another whiting into the pan. Then _Jacke_ prepared his fish to seeth them: then _Scogin_ said, _Jacke_ doth the fish play now? _Jacke_ said, I trow they be mad or else wood,[F. 207] for one doth fight with the other, that I have much adoe to keepe them in the pan. Then said _Scogin_, put the other whiting betwixt them to break the strife. _Jacke_ was then glad, thinking he should get somewhat to dinner, and sod[F. 208] the fish and had his part. [Footnote 207: Or _wode_, mad or furious.] [Footnote 208: Or _sodden_, boiled.]