

CONNECTION WITH ASTROLOGY, ETC. 137 



The world is ours, and ours alone, 

 Eor we alone have world at will. 

 We purchase not all is our own 



Both fields and streets we gipsies fill ; 

 Nor care to get, nor fear to keep, 

 Did ever break a gipsy's sleep ! 



Bright shines the sun play gipsies, play, 

 Here's scraps enough to serve to-day ! " 



The young gentleman, Arthur, in love with Izaak's 

 ward, is anxious to scrape an acquaintance with him. 

 The following dialogue explains the matter : 



Art. Nay, Sir, pardon me, the service was so trifling ; 

 besides, I have a reason, an urgent reason, why, just now, 

 I would conceal my name. 



Iza. An honest one, I hope. 



Art. A right honest one, good sir, believe me. 



Iza. Well, I'm glad it is an honest one; for, as a worthy 

 young friend of mine, a brother fisherman you're not a 

 fisherman, mayhap ? 



Art. No, indeed, sir. 



Iza. Poor young man ; but, as I was going to tell you, 

 this young friend of mine, one Cotton, says of me (and 

 faith he's printed it), " Father Izaak will be seen twice 

 in no man's company he does not like, and likes none but 

 such as he believes to be very honest men." 



Art. Sir, I shall be the more honoured in your friend- 

 ship. 



Iza. You have said enough to recommend you to my 

 best opinion ; but it's a pity you do not fish. 



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