THE COMPLETE A NT, LEU. 117 



Bright shines the sun ; play, beggars, play ' 

 Here 's scraps enough to s<;rve to-day. 



What noise of viols is so sweet, 



As when our merry clappers ring ? 

 What mirth doth want when beggars meet ? 



A beggar's life is for a king. 

 Eat, drink, and play, sleep when we list, 

 Go where we will, so stocks be miss'd. 



Bright shines the sun ; play, beggars, play ! 



Here 's scraps enough to serve to-day. 



The world is ours, and ours alone, 



For we alone have world at will ; 

 We purchase not, all is our own, 



Both fields and streets we beggars fill : 



Bright shines the sun ; play, beggars, play 1 



Here 's scraps enough to serve to-day. 



A hundred herds of black an'! white 



Upon 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 eaise. 



Bright shines the sun ; play, beggars, play ! 



Here 's scraps enough to serve to-day. 



Venator. I thank you, good master, for this piece of merriment, 

 and this song, which was well humoured by the maker, and well 

 remembered by you. 



Piscator. But, I pray, forget not the catch which you promised 

 to make against night; for our countryman, honest Condon, 

 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 tbe 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. 



Venator. Oh me! look you, master, a fish ! a fish! Oh, 

 master, I have lost her. 



Piscator. Ay marry, sir, that was a good fish indeed : if I had 

 had the luck to have taken up that rod, then 'tis twenty to one 

 he should not have broke my line by running to the rod's end, 

 as you suffered him. I would have held him within the bent 

 of my rod, (unless he had been fellow to the great Trout that 

 is near an ell long, which was of such a length and depth that 

 he had his picture drawn, and now is to be seen at mine host 

 Rickabie's, at the George, in Ware,) and it may be by giving 



