Let 'em be brought to Bed, then dye when they please.
These things considered, Country-men, and sworn to.
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.
_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_.