_Hig._ Then _Higgen_ will scarce thrive by it,
You do conclude?
_Prig._ 'Faith hardly, very hardly.
_Hig._ Troth I am partly of your mind, Prince _Prig_;
And therefore farewel _Flanders_, _Higgen_ will seek
Some safer shelter, in some other Climat,
With this his tatter'd Colony: Let me see
_Snap_, _Ferret_, _Prig_, and _Higgen_, all are left
O' the true blood: what? shall we into _England_?
_Prig._ Agreed.
_Hig._ Then bear up bravely with your _Brute_ my lads,
_Higgen_ hath prig'd the prancers in his dayes,
And sold good penny-worths; we will have a course,
The Spirit of _Bottom_, is grown bottomless.
_Prig._ I'le mand no more, nor cant.
_Hig._ Yes, your sixpenny worth
In private, Brother, sixpence is a sum
I'le steal you any mans Dogg for.
_Prig._ For sixpence more
You'l tell the owner where he is.
_Hig._ 'Tis right,
_Higgen_ must practise, so must _Prig_ to eat;
And write the Letter: and gi' the word. But now
No more, as either of these.
_Prig._ But as true Beggars,
As e're we were.
_Hig._ We stand here, for an Epilogue;
Ladies, your bounties first; the rest will follow;
For womens favours are a leading alms,
If you be pleas'd look cheerly, throw your eyes
Out at your masks.
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