COCKEREL

O the Lord! what be these? Tom dost thou know? Come hither, come hither Dick, didst thou ever see such? the finest Olive-coloured spirits, they have so danced, and gingled here, as if they had been a set of overgrown Fairies. One shall hardly see such gentlemanlike- Gipsies, though under a hedge in a whole Summer's day, if they be Gipsies. We must have some music then, and take out the Wenches. What was there i'thy purse, thou keepest such a whining; was the lease of thy house in it. I, upon those terms Sir, and in hope your Captain keeps better cheer then he made the Devil, for my stomach will never agree with that diet, wee'll be all his followers; I'll go home and fetch a lit tle money Sir, all I have, and you shall pick my pocket to my face, and i'll avouch it; A man would not desire to have his pocket picked in better company. No, nor a Hobbyhorse. Nor a Fool that I see. I, and all the good wenches of Windsor; after him, yonder is Prue o'the Park, He's able to muster up the smocks of the two Shieres; Yes, and the'ile come about us for luck sake. Come Girls, here be Gipsies come to town, let's dance'em down. And I my knife and sheath, and my fine Dogs-leather gloves. A Gipsy of quality believe it, and one of the Kings Gipsies; this a Drinke-alian, or a Drinke-braggatan? Ask him. The King has his noise of Gipsies, as well as of Bearwards, and other Minstrels. O, he would chirp in a pair of stocks sumptuously; I'de give any thing to see him play lose with his hands, when his feet were fast.