CLOD

They should be Morris-dancers by their jingle, but they have no napkins: And Christian of Dorny. Would he had quested first, and sprung y'em and 'owre ago, for me. 'slid, they have sprung my purse, and all I had about me. As I am true Clod, have they, and ransacled me of every penny, outcept I were with child with and owl (as they say) I never saw such luck, it's enough to make a man a whore. And I have lost, beside my purse, my best bridelace I had at Joan Turners wedding, and a halpeworth of hobnails: Francis Addle-breech has lost somewhat too, beside her Maidenhead. And Tickle-foot has lost his clout he says, with a three pence and four tokens in't; beside his Tabouring-sticke even now. Or help of a flitch of bacon. Let us alone, bless the Sov'raine, and his senses. O, he's often forgotten, that's no rule; but there is no Maid marian, nor Friar amongst them, which is the surer mark. Unless they be all fools. O they are called the Moon men I remember now! Yonder they are. I, I have the greatest charge; gather the money. No, but a Mill sixpence I loved as dearly, and a 2 pence I had to spend over and above; beside; the Harper that was gathered amongst us, to pay the Piper. I, and put in my life for one, for I am come about too; I am sorry I had no more money in my purse when you came first upon us Sir; If I had known you would have picked my pocket so Like a Gentleman, I would have been better provided; I shall be glad to venture a purse with your Worship at any time you'll appoint, so you would prefer me to your Captain; I'll put in security for my truth, and serve out my time, though I die to morrow. O any thing for the Patrico, what is't? what is't? Our whole stock, is that gone? how will Tom Tickle-foot do to wet his whistle then? Is't possible? fine fingered Gipsies faith.