_ Ha, ha, ha, by th' Mass this was a fine trick.
_Prig._ A merry sleight toy: but now I'll show your Worships
A trick indeed.
_Hig._ Mark him well now my Masters.
_Prig._ Here are three balls,
These balls shall be three bullets,
One, two, and three: _ascentibus, malentibus_.
_Presto_, be gone: they are vanish'd: fair play, Gentlemen.
Now these three, like three Bullets, from your three Noses
Will I pluck presently: fear not, no harm Boys,
_Titere, tu patule._
_1 B._ Oh, oh, oh.
_Prig._ _Recubans sub jermlne fagi._
_2 B._ Ye pull too hard; ye pull too hard.
_Prig._ Stand fair then:
_Silvertramtrim-tram._
_3 B._ Hold, hold, hold.
_Prig._ Come aloft, bullets three, with a whim-wham.
Have ye their Moneys?
_Hig._ Yes, yes.
_1 B._ Oh rare Jugler!
_2 B._ Oh admirable Jugler!
_Prig._ One trick more yet;
Hey, come aloft; _sa, sa, flim, flum, taradumbis_?
East, West, North, South, now fly like _Jack_ with a _bumbis_.
Now all your money's gone; pray search your pockets.
_1 B._ Humh.
_2 B._ He.
_3 B._ The Devil a penny's here!
_Prig._ This was a rare trick.
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