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?

Hem. That he owes me money, And here in town there is no stirring of him.

Ger. Say ye so?

Hem. This day, upon a sure appointment, He meets me a mile hence, by the Chase side, Under the row of Oaks; do you know it?

All B. Yes Sir.