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'Tis late, they must divide what they have got,
There's but a Mark betwixt them: but the Lot
Fals double on the Seignor. I was fain
To bring you both into a begging strain.

begging tones.


Yet, thou beg'st out of turn; nor canst thou cry
With dolefull tones, to move the Passers by
To draw their bounty. Thou shouldst shew thy sore
To make their purses open: then our store
Would be encreas'd. But Tib doth beg with grace,
She'l howl out, 'save your Worship, make a face,
To coyne a groat at once: She's young in years,
But old in cunning: her dissembling tears
Will make a Usurer a peny spare,
So in her prayers he may have a share.