Beggars Bush Part 4

Be it peace, or be it war, here at liberty we are, And enjoy our ease and rest; To the field we are not prest; Nor are call'd into the Town, to be troubled with the Gown.

Hang all Officers we cry, and the Magistrate too, by; When the Subsidie's encreast, we are not a penny Sest.

Nor will any go to Law, with the Beggar for a straw.

All which happiness he brags, he doth owe unto his rags._

_Enter_ Snap, Hubert, _and_ Hemskirke.

_Snap._ A Cove comes: Fumb.u.mbis.

_Prig._ To your postures; arm.

_Hub._ Yonder's the Town: I see it.

_Hemsk._ There's our danger Indeed afore us, if our shadows save not.

_Hig._ Bless your good Wors.h.i.+ps.

_Fer._ One small piece of mony.

_Prig._ Amongst us all poor wretches.

_Clau._ Blind, and lame.

_Ginks._ For his sake that gives all.

_Hig._ Pitifull Wors.h.i.+ps.

_Snap._ One little doyt.

_Enter_ Jaculin.

_Jac._ King, by your leave, where are you?

_Fer._ To buy a little bread.

_Hig._ To feed so many Mouths, as will ever pray for you.

_Prig._ Here be seven of us.

_Hig._ Seven, good Master, O remember seven, Seven blessings.

_Fer._ Remember, gentle Wors.h.i.+p.

_Hig._ 'Gainst seven deadly sins.

_Prig._ And seven sleepers.

_Hig._ If they be hard of heart, and will give nothing-- Alas, we had not a charity this three dayes.

_Hub._ There's amongst you all.

_Fer._ Heaven reward you.

_Prig._ Lord reward you.

_Hig._ The Prince of pity bless thee.

_Hub._ Do I see? or is't my fancy that would have it so?

Ha? 'tis her face: come hither maid.

_Jac._ What ha' you, Bells for my squirrel? I ha' giv'n bun meat, You do not love me, do you? catch me a b.u.t.terfly, And I'le love you again; when? can you tell?

Peace, we go a birding: I shall have a fine thing. [_Exit._

_Hub._ Her voyce too sayes the same; but for my head I would not that her manners were so chang'd.

Hear me thou honest fellow; what's this maiden, That lives amongst you here?

_Gin._ Ao, ao, ao, ao.

_Hub._ How? nothing but signs?

_Gin._ Ao, ao, ao, ao.

_Hub._ This is strange, I would fain have it her, but not her thus.

_Hig._ He is de-de-de-de-de-de-deaf, and du-du-dude-dumb Sir.

_Hub._ Slid they did all speak plain ev'n now me thought.

Do'st thou know this same maid?

_Snap._ Why, why, why, why, which, gu, gu, gu, gu, G.o.ds fool She was bo-bo-bo-bo-born at the barn yonder, By-be-be-be-be-Beggars Bush-bo-bo-Bush Her name is, My-my-my-my-my-match: so was her Mo-mo-mo-Mothers too-too.

_Hub._ I understand no word he says; how long Has she been here?

_Snap._ Lo-lo-long enough to be ni-ni-nigled, and she ha' go-go-go-good luck.

_Hub._ I must be better inform'd, than by this way.

Here was another face too, that I mark'd Of the old mans: but they are vanish'd all Most suddenly: I will come here again, O, that I were so happy, as to find it, What I yet hope: it is put on.

_Hem._ What mean you Sir, To stay there with that stammerer?

_Hub._ Farewell friend,-- It will be worth return, to search: Come, Protect us our disguise now, pre'thee _Hemskirk_ If we be taken, how do'st thou imagine This town will use us, that hath stood so long Out against _Wolfort_?

_Hem._ Ev'n to hang us forth Upon their walls a sunning, to make Crows meat, If I were not a.s.sur'd o' the _Burgomaster_, And had a pretty excuse to see a niece there, I should scarce venture.

_Hub._ Come 'tis now too late To look back at the ports: good luck, and enter. [_Exeunt._

SCENA II.