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 | Little John And The Giants |  |
SCENE II.
Enter Jack.Jack.
Be merry, friends!—What forest is this same?
Ch. Beg.
Your honour's charity—
2d Beg.
Poor—
3d Beg.
Blind—
4th Beg.
And lame!
Jack.
For eyes and limbs, they are not mine to give;
But cash and cake are yours—here, eat and live!
Pray what may your dependance be, my brothers?
Ch. Beg.
The grace, and the abundance, sir, of others.
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How small the income of your great estate!
The grace is little, the abundance great.
AIR XVIII.
Tune. “Fye, let us awa to the Wedding.”Jack.
When the heir has attain'd the wish'd hour,
Of laying his dad in the ground,
And sees the seal'd bags in his power,
Old hoardings of pound on pound;
What poor do you think in waiting,
All gaping to seize his store?—
A train of his own creating,
His pleasures had starv'd before!
Of laying his dad in the ground,
And sees the seal'd bags in his power,
Old hoardings of pound on pound;
What poor do you think in waiting,
All gaping to seize his store?—
A train of his own creating,
His pleasures had starv'd before!
My friends, how facetiously droll is
Your suit to our ladies fair?
Alas, from their own poor follies,
How think you that they can spare?
Against such intruders, on hinges
Still turns the forbidding door;
For Vanity eats up the Indies,
And hungers and thirsts for more.
Your suit to our ladies fair?
Alas, from their own poor follies,
How think you that they can spare?
Against such intruders, on hinges
Still turns the forbidding door;
For Vanity eats up the Indies,
And hungers and thirsts for more.
Yet many, when beggars are pressing,
Of bounty are nothing loth—
The Bishop will give you his Blessing,
The Officer give you his Oath;
Of his promise to be a free donor,
The Courtier is little nice;
And Great-ones will give you their Honour—
For these are of little price!
Of bounty are nothing loth—
The Bishop will give you his Blessing,
The Officer give you his Oath;
Of his promise to be a free donor,
The Courtier is little nice;
And Great-ones will give you their Honour—
For these are of little price!
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