_ Cloaks! Look about ye Boys: mine's gone!
_2 B._ A ------ juggle 'em?
------ O they're Prestoes: mine's gone too!
_3 B._ Here's mine yet.
_1 B._ Come, come let's drink then more Brand Wine.
_Boy._ Here Sir.
_1 B._ If e'r I catch your Sow-gelder, by this hand I'll strip him:
Were ever Fools so ferkt? We have two Cloaks yet;
And all our Caps; the Devil take the Flincher.
_All B._ Yaw, yaw, yaw, yaw.
_Enter_ Hemskirk.
_Hem._ Good do'n my honest Fellows,
You are merry here I see.
_3 B._ 'Tis all we have left, Sir.
_Hem._ What hast thou? Aqua vitae?
_Boy._ Yes.
_Hem._ Fill out then;
And give these honest Fellows round.
_All B._ We thank ye.
_Hem._ May I speak a word in private to ye?
_All B._ Yes Sir.
_Hem._ I have a business for you, honest Friends,
If you dare lend your help, shall get you crowns.
_Ger._ Ha!
Lead me a little nearer, Boy.
_1 B._ What is't Sir?
If it be any thing to purchase money,
Which is our want, [command] us.
_Boors._ All, all, all, Sir.
_Hem._ You know the young spruce Merchant in _Bruges_?
_2 B._ Who? Master _Goswin_?
_Hem.
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