_Let the Pig turn merrily, merrily ah, And let the fat Goose swim, For verily, verily, verily ah, Our Vicar this day shall be trim_. 3 _The stewed Cock shall Crow, Cock-a-loodle-loo, A loud Cock-a-loodle shall he Crow; The Duck and the Drake, shall swim in a lake Of Onions and Claret below_. 4 _Our Wives shall be neat, to bring in our meat; To thee our most noble adviser, Our pains shall be great, and Bottles shall sweat, And we our selves will be wiser_. 5 _We'll labour and swinck, we'll kiss and we'll drink, And Tithes shall come thicker and thicker; We'll fall to our Plow, and get Children enough, And thou shalt be learned old Vicar_. _Enter_ Arsenio _and_ Milanes. _Ars_. What ails this Priest? how highly the thing takes it! _Mil_. Lord how it looks! has he not bought some Prebend? _Leandro's_ mony makes the Rascal merry, Merry at heart; he spies us. _Lop_. Be gone Neighbours, Here are some Gentlemen: be gone good Neighbours, Be gone, and labour to redeem my favour, No more words, but be gone: these two are Gentlemen, No company for crusty-handed fellows. _Die_. We will stay for a year or two, and try ye. _Lop_. Fill all your hearts with joy, we will stay with ye, Be gone, no more; I take your pastimes graciously. [_Exeunt Parishioners_. Would ye with me, my friends? _Ars_. We would look upon ye, For me thinks ye look lovely. _Lop_. Ye have no Letters? Nor any kind Remembrances? _Mil_. Remembrances? _Lop_. From _Nova Hispania_, or some part remote, Sir, You look like Travel'd men: may be some old friends That happily I have forgot; some Signiours In _China_ or _Cataya_; some Companions-- _Die_. In the _Moguls_ Court, or else-where. _Ars_. They are mad sure. _Lop_. Ye came not from _Peru_? do they look, _Diego_, As if they had some mystery about 'em? Another _Don Alonzo_ now? _Die_. I marry, And so much mony, Sir, from one you know not, Let it be who it will. _Lop_. They have gracious favours. Would ye be private? _Mil_. There's no need on't, Sir, We come to bring ye a Remembrance from a Merchant. _Lop_. 'Tis very well, 'tis like I know him. _Ars_. No, Sir, I do not think ye do. _Lop_. A new mistake, _Diego_, Let's carry it decently. _Ars_. We come to tell ye, You have received great sums from a young Factor They call _Leandro_, that has rob'd his Master, Rob'd him, and run away. _Die_. Let's keep close, Master; This news comes from a cold Country. _Lop_. By my faith it freezes. _Mil_.