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348  Here comes I that never come yet, Since last Time, lovy. I have a great Head but little wit. Tho' my Head be great, and my Wits be small, I can play the Fool for a while as well as best of ye all.

My name is noble Anthony, I am as Meloncholly as a Mantle Tree, I am come to show you a little sport and activity, and soon, too. Make room for Noble Anthony and all his good Company, drive out all these proud Rogues, and let my Lady and I have a parl.

O, ye Clown, what makes you drive out my Men so soon?

O, Pardon, Madam, pardon, and I will never offend you more; I will make your Men come in as fast as ever they did before.

I pray you at my Sight, and drive it not till Night, That I may see them dance once more, so lovely in my Sight.

A Faith, Madam, and so I will, I will play the Man, And make them come in as fast as ever I can,

But, hold Gip, Mrs. Clagars, how do you sell Geese?

Go, look, Mister Midgecock, twelve pence apiece.

Oh, the pretty Pardon!

A Gip for a frown.

An Ale wife for an Apparitor.

A Rope for a Clown.

Why all the devise in the Country cannot pull this down. I am a valiant Knight, Just come from the Seas, You do know me, do you? I can kill you Ten Thousand, tho' they be but fleas. I can kill you a Man for an ounce of Mustard, Or I can kill you Ten Thousand for a good Custard. I have an old Sheep skin. And I lap it well in. Sword and Buckler by my side, all ready for to fight.

Come out, you Whores and Gluttons all, for had it not been in this Country I should not have shewen my Valour amongst you; but, sound Musick, for I must be gone.