TOWNSHEAD

Well said Tom fool; why thou simple pish Ass thou! didst thou never see any Gipsies? these are a covie of Gipsies, and the bravest newcome, that ever Constable flew at; goodly game Gipsies, they are Gipsies o'this year, o'this Moon in my conscience. Male Gipsies all, not a Mort among them. And Frances o'the Castle; See the miracle of a Minstrel. EXcellent faith, a most restorative Gipsy, all's here again; and yet by his learning of Legier-demaine, he would make us believe we had robbed our selves. Admirable tricks, and he does they all see defendendo, as if he would not be taken in the trap of authority, by a frail fleshly Constable. No bachelors these, they cannot have proceeded so far; they have scarce had their time to be lousy yet. I cannot hold now, ther's my groat, let's have a fit for mirth sake. Nay, you shall heare'em; peace, they begin with Prudence, mark that. Are you advised? Would Prue, has he hit you it'h teeth with a sweet bit? You'll hear more hereafter. Mark Frances, now she's going too't, the virginity of the Parish. And the very mettle he deals in at play if you mark it. Long, and foul Meg, if she be a Meg, as ever I saw of her inches; pray God they fit her with a fair fortune. Here's my little Christian, forget, would you any fortune left for her; a straightlaced Christian of sixteen. Come, I'll stand my self, and once venture the poor head o'the Town, do your worst, my name's Townshead, and heers my hand I'll not be angry. I swear I'll never marry for that, an't be but to give fortune my foe the lie; Come Pan Puppy you must in too: Marry your self Puppy for ought I know, you quested last. Why! what's the matter man? H'a we lost never a dog amongst us, where's Puppy. Before me, a dainty derived Gipsy.