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 I'll give thee one three wishes more,
 * whatever thou wilt crave

For I have many things, in store,
 * and thou the best shall have.

I wish a stock of points I had,
 * made of enchanted leather.

Then when the people all dance mad,
 * they may be ty'd together.

By two and two in various shapes,
 * according to my mind,

And so to skip about like apes
 * till I do them unbind

The Hermit said, the cunning points,
 * I'll give thee now with ease.

And thou shalt tie and bind their joints,
 * and loose them as you please.

Come tell me now my pretty boy,
 * what thou wilt have beside;

What thou are willing to enjoy,
 * shall never be deny'd.

Father, said he, a cunning spell
 * Let me not go without,

That I may fix a running bell,
 * on every womans snout.

Who does the wanton way-tale play,
 * with Fryars in the dark,

That Fryars too as well as they,
 * may bear the same mark.

So soon as ever they shall hear,
 * my pipe's delightful sound,

That to the world it may appear
 * how they in sins abound.

I grant thy wish with all my heart,
 * in love and free good will

Though they endure pain and smart
 * the belllsbells [sic] shall gingle still

And cause them to become a scoff,
 * till they thy love obtain.