sweep their houses with their long coats, and men their shops, with their scrubbed beards; ther's no use of a beesom now, but to make rods of, and sweep the children's backsides. 'Tis better killing men for eight pence a day, or hanging of um for thirteen pence half-peny apiece, than follow this poor and idle life; 'tis easier canting out, A piece of broken bread for a poor man, than singing Brooms maids brooms, come buy my brooms; I shoud e'en go hang my self now, if I were worth a halter; but who will spend a groat on't, when he may be hang'd at free-cost: I'le go rob the Sheriffe, and not leave him enough to hire an executio∣ner for me, steal the Judg's Gown, that he may not come to the Assizes, and poison the Jury, that they may not bring me in guilty.
Enter Bristle.
Bri.
Buy a save-all, buy a save-all; never more need, come, buy a save-all; buy a comb-brush, or a pot-brush, buy a flint or a steel or a tinder-box.
He.
Oh Bristle welcom, I perceive by thy merry note, that ther's musick in thy pocket. What, dost jingle?
Bri.
And I perceive by thy heavy countenance, thy purse is light, Dost want coin?
He.
Dost thou doubt that? Dost thou not see I'm sober? Do I swear? or kick, for asking if I want money?
Bri.
These are infallible signs indeed, that thou dost want it.
He.
I have been up this two hours, and have not visited one Ale-house yet.
Bri.
Nay, I am fully satisfied, But canst thou want mo∣ney, whilst thou hast fingers to tell it?
He.
Why, wou'dst have um made of loadstones, to draw all that comes nigh um.
Br.
Canst thou be poor and have a tongue? nay, then 'tis pity but thou shou'dst be sent to the mint thy self, and be stampt into farthings, to be bestowed on beggars: I'de dig to the Antipodes with my nails, but I'de find a Mine: And like the Cripple, run up Pauls steeple, but I'de get the silver Cock.