_1 B._ But 'twould be a far rarer to restore it.
_Prig._ I'll do ye that too; look upon me earnestly,
And move not any ways your eyes from this place,
This Button here? pow, whir, whiss, shake your pockets.
_1 B._ By th' Mass 'tis here again, boys.
_Prig._ Rest ye merry;
My first trick has paid me.
_All B._ I, take it, take it,
And take some drink too.
_Prig._ Not a drop now I thank you;
Away, we are discover'd else. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Gerrard _like a blind_ Aqua vitae man, _and a Boy, singing the
Song._
_Bring out your Cony-skins, fair maids to me,
And hold 'em fair that I may see;
Grey, black, and blue: for your smaller skins,
I'll give ye looking-glasses, pins:
And for your whole Coney, here's ready, ready Money.
Come Gentle_ Jone, _do thou begin
With thy black, black, black Coney-skin.
And_ Mary _then, and_ Jane _will follow,
With their silver hair'd skins, and their yellow.
The white Cony-skin, I will not lay by,
For though it be faint, 'tis fair to the eye;
The grey, it is warm, but yet for my Money,
Give me the bonny, bonny black Cony.
Come away fair Maids, your skins will decay:
Come, and take money, maids, put your ware away.
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