Cock-a-loodle shall he Crow;
The Duck and the Drake, shall swim in a lake
Of Onions and Claret below_.

4

_Our Wives shall be neat, to bring in our meat;
To thee our most noble adviser,
Our pains shall be great, and Bottles shall sweat,
And we our selves will be wiser_.

5

_We'll labour and swinck, we'll kiss and we'll drink,
And Tithes shall come thicker and thicker;
We'll fall to our Plow, and get Children enough,
And thou shalt be learned old Vicar_.

_Enter_ Arsenio _and_ Milanes.

_Ars_.

What ails this Priest? how highly the thing takes it!

_Mil_.

Lord how it looks! has he not bought some Prebend?
_Leandro's_ mony makes the Rascal merry,
Merry at heart; he spies us.

_Lop_.

Be gone Neighbours,
Here are some Gentlemen: be gone good Neighbours,
Be gone, and labour to redeem my favour,
No more words, but be gone: these two are Gentlemen,
No company for crusty-handed fellows.

_Die_.

We will stay for a year or two, and try ye.

_Lop_.

Fill all your hearts with joy, we will stay with ye,
Be gone, no more; I take your pastimes graciously.

[_Exeunt Parishioners_.

Would ye with me, my friends?

_Ars_.

We would look upon ye,
For me thinks ye look lovely.

_Lop_.

Ye have no Letters?
Nor any kind Remembrances?

_Mil_.

Remembrances?

_Lop_.

From _Nova Hispania_, or some part remote, Sir,
You look like Travel'd men: may be some old friends
That happily I have forgot; some Signiours
In _China_ or _Cataya_; some Companions--

_Die_.

In the _Moguls_ Court, or else-where.

_Ars_.

They are mad sure.

_Lop_.

Ye came not from _Peru_? do they look, _Diego_,
As if they had some mystery about 'em?
Another _Don Alonzo_ now?

_Die_.

I marry,
And so much mony, Sir, from one you know not,
Let it be who it will.

_Lop_.

They have gracious favours.
Would ye be private?
_Mil_. There's no need on't, Sir,
We come to bring ye a Remembrance from a Merchant.

_Lop_.

'Tis very well, 'tis like I know him.

_Ars_.

No, Sir,
I do not think ye do.

_Lop_.

A new mistake, _Diego_,
Let's car