1
_Let the Bells ring, and let the Boys sing,
The young Lasses skip and play,
Let the Cups go round, till round goes the ground,
Our Learned old Vicar will stay_.
2
_Let the Pig turn merrily, merrily ah,
And let the fat Goose swim,
For verily, verily, verily ah,
Our Vicar this day shall be trim_.
3
_The stewed Cock shall Crow, Cock-a-loodle-loo,
A loud Cock-a-loodle shall he Crow;
The Duck and the Drake, shall swim in a lake
Of Onions and Claret below_.
4
_Our Wives shall be neat, to bring in our meat;
To thee our most noble adviser,
Our pains shall be great, and Bottles shall sweat,
And we our selves will be wiser_.
5
_We'll labour and swinck, we'll kiss and we'll drink,
And Tithes shall come thicker and thicker;
We'll fall to our Plow, and get Children enough,
And thou shalt be learned old Vicar_.
_Enter_ Arsenio _and_ Milanes.
_Ars_.
What ails this Priest? how highly the thing takes it!
_Mil_.
Lord how it looks! has he not bought some Prebend?
_Leandro's_ mony makes the Rascal merry,
Merry at heart; he spies us.
_Lop_.
Be gone Neighbours,
Here are some Gentlemen: be gone good Neighbours,
Be gone, and labour to redeem my favour,
No more words, but be gone: these two are Gentlemen,
No company for crusty-handed fellows.
_Die_.
We will stay for a year or two, and try ye.
_Lop_.
Fill all your hearts with joy, we will stay with ye,
Be gone, no more; I take your pastimes graciously.
[_Exeunt Parishioners_.
Would ye with me, my friends?
_Ars_.
We would look upon ye,
For me thinks ye look lovely.
_Lop_.
Ye have no Letters?
Nor any kind Remembrances?
_Mil_.
Remembrances?
_Lop_.
From _Nova Hispania_, or some part remote, Sir,
You look like Travel'd men: may be some old friends
That happily I have forgot; some Signiours
In _China_ or _Cataya_; some Companions--
_Die_.
In the _Moguls_ Court, or else-where.
_Ars_.
They are mad sure.
_Lop_.
Ye came not from _Peru_? do they look, _Diego_,
As if they had some mystery about 'em?
Another _Don Alonzo_ now?
_Die_.
I marry,
And so much mony, Sir, from one you know not,
Let it be who it will.
_Lop_.
They have gracious favours.
Would ye be private?
_Mil_. There's no need on't, Sir,
We come to bring ye a Remembrance from a Merchant.
_Lop_.
'Tis very well, 'tis like I know him.
_Ars_.
No, Sir,
I do not think ye do.
_Lop_.
A new mistake, _Diego_,
Let's carry it decently.
_Ars_.
We come to tell ye,
You have received great sums from a young Factor
They call _Leandro_, that has rob'd his Master,
Rob'd him, and run away.
_Die_.
Let's keep close, Master;
This news comes from a cold Country.
_Lop_.
By my faith it freezes.
_Mil_.
Is not this true? do you shrink now good-man Curat?
Do I not touch ye?
_Lop_.
We have a hundred Duckets
Yet left, we do beseech ye, Sir--
_Mil_.
You'll hang both.
_Lop_.
One may suffice.
_Die_.
I will not hang alone, Master,
I had the least part, you shall hang the highest.
Plague o' this _Tiveria_, and the Letter,
The Devil sent it post, to pepper us,
From _Nova Hispania_, we shall hang at home now.
_Ars_.
I see ye are penitent, and I have compassion:
Ye are secure both; do but what we charge ye,
Ye shall have more gold too, and he shall give it,
Yet ne're indanger ye.
_Lop_.
Command us, Master,
Command us presently, and see how nimbly--
_Die_.