_ Yonder's the Town: I see it.
_Hemsk._ There's our danger
Indeed afore us, if our shadows save not.
_Hig._ Bless your good Worships.
_Fer._ One small piece of mony.
_Prig._ Amongst us all poor wretches.
_Clau._ Blind, and lame.
_Ginks._ For his sake that gives all.
_Hig._ Pitifull Worships.
_Snap._ One little doyt.
_Enter_ Jaculin.
_Jac._ King, by your leave, where are you?
_Fer._ To buy a little bread.
_Hig._ To feed so many
Mouths, as will ever pray for you.
_Prig._ Here be seven of us.
_Hig._ Seven, good Master, O remember seven,
Seven blessings.
_Fer._ Remember, gentle Worship.
_Hig._ 'Gainst seven deadly sins.
_Prig._ And seven sleepers.
_Hig._ If they be hard of heart, and will give nothing--
Alas, we had not a charity this three dayes.
_Hub._ There's amongst you all.
_Fer._ Heaven reward you.
_Prig._ Lord reward you.
_Hig._ The Prince of pity bless thee.
_Hub._ Do I see? or is't my fancy that would have it so?
Ha? 'tis her face: come hither maid.
_Jac._ What ha' you,
Bells for my squirrel? I ha' giv'n bun meat,
You do not love me, do you? catch me a butterfly,
And I'le love you again; when? can you tell?
Peace, we go a birding: I shall have a fine thing.
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