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Nor care to get, nor fear to keep, 



Did ever break a Beggar's sleep. 



Bright shines the sun, play Beggars, play, 

 Here's scraps enough to serve to-day. 



A hundred herds of black and white 



I 'pan our gowns securely feed ; 

 And yet if any dare us bite, 



He dies therefore as sure as creed. 

 Thus Beggars lord it as they please ; 

 And only Beggars live at ease. 



Bright shines the sun, play Beggars, play, 



Here's scraps enough to serve to-day. 



Vkn. I thank vou, good Master, for this piece of 

 merriment, and this song, which was well humoured 

 by the maker, and well remembered by you. 



Pise. But I pray forget not the catch which you 

 promised to make against night ; for our country- 

 man, honest Coridon, will expect your catch and 

 my song, which I must be forced to patch up, for it 

 is so long since I learned it, that I have forgot a 

 part of it. But come, now it hath done raining, 

 let's stretch our legs a little in a gentle walk to 

 the river, and try what interest our Angles will pay 

 us for lending them so long to be used by the 

 Trouts : lent them indeed, like usurers, for our 

 profit and their destruction. 



Ven. Oh me ! look you Master, a fish a fish ! Oh, 

 alas Master, I have lost her ! 



Pise. Ay marry, Sir, that was a good fish indeed : 



