2.
All these, and all our Sports again, and Gambols.
3.
We must dye, and we
must live, and we’ll be merry,
Every man shall be rich
by one another.
2.
We are here to morrow
and gone to day, for my part
If getting Children
can befriend my Neighbours,
I’le labour hard
but I’le fill your Font, Sir.
1.
I have a Mother now,
and an old Father,
They are as sure your
own, within these two months—
4.
My Sister must be pray’d
for too, she is desperate,
Desperate in love.
Die.
Keep desperate men far
from her,
Then ’twill go
hard: do you see how melancholy?
Do you mark the man?
do you profess ye love him?
And would do any thing
to stay his fury?
And are ye unprovided
to refresh him,
To make him know your
loves? fie Neighbours.
2.
We’ll do any thing.
We have brought Musick
to appease his spirit,
And the best Song we’ll
give him.
Die.
’Pray ye sit down,
Sir,
They know their duties
now, and they stand ready
To tender their best
mirth.
Lop.
’Tis well, proceed
Neighbours,
I am glad I have brought
ye to understand good manners,
Ye had Puritan hearts
a-while, spurn’d at all pastimes,
But I see some hope
now.
Die.
We are set, proceed Neighbours.
SONG.
1
Let the Bells ring, and let the Boys sing, The young Lasses skip and play, Let the Cups go round, till round goes the ground, Our Learned old Vicar will stay.
2
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.