Prig. Our Company’s grown horrible thin by it, What think you Ferret?

Fer. Marry I do think, That we might all be Lords now, if we could stand for’t.

Hig. Not I if they should offer it:  I’le dislodge first, Remove the Bush to another climat.

Ger. Sir, you must thank this worthy Burgomaster,
Here be friends ask to be look’d on too,
And thank’d, who though their trade, and course of life
Be not so perfect, but it may be better’d,
Have yet us’d me with courtesy, and been true
Subjects unto me, while I was their King,
A place I know not well how to resign,
Nor unto whom:  But this I will entreat
Your grace, command them follow you to Bruges;
Where I will take the care on me, to find
Some manly, and more profitable course
To fit them, as a part of the Republique.

Flo. Do you hear Sirs? do so.

Hig. Thanks to your good grace.

Prig. To your good Lordship.

Fer. May you both live long.

Ger. Attend me at Van-dunks, the Burgomasters.

[Ex. all but Beggars.

Hig. Yes, to beat hemp, and be whipt twice a week,
Or turn the wheel, for Crab the Rope-maker: 
Or learn to go along with him, his course;
That’s a fine course now, i’ the common-wealth, Prig,
What say you to it?

Prig. It is the backwardst course, I know i’the world.

Hig. Then Higgen will scarce thrive by it, You do conclude?

Prig. ’Faith hardly, very hardly.

Hig. Troth I am partly of your mind, Prince Prig; And therefore farewel Flanders, Higgen will seek Some safer shelter, in some other Climat, With this his tatter’d Colony:  Let me see Snap, Ferret, Prig, and Higgen, all are left O’ the true blood:  what? shall we into England?

Prig. Agreed.

Hig. Then bear up bravely with your Brute my lads, Higgen hath prig’d the prancers in his dayes, And sold good penny-worths; we will have a course, The Spirit of Bottom, is grown bottomless.

Prig. I’le mand no more, nor cant.

Hig. Yes, your sixpenny worth In private, Brother, sixpence is a sum I’le steal you any mans Dogg for.

Prig. For sixpence more You’l tell the owner where he is.

Hig. ’Tis right, Higgen must practise, so must Prig to eat; And write the Letter:  and gi’ the word.  But now No more, as either of these.

Prig. But as true Beggars, As e’re we were.

Hig. We stand here, for an Epilogue; Ladies, your bounties first; the rest will follow; For womens favours are a leading alms, If you be pleas’d look cheerly, throw your eyes Out at your masks.