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Where are you faire maides,
That haue neede of our trades?
Ile fell you a rare confection.
Will yee haue your faces spread,
Either with white or red?
Will yee buy any faire complection?

2

My drugges are no dregges,
For I haue whites of Egges,
Made in a rare confection.
Red Leather and Surfler water,
Scarlet colour or Staues-aker,
Will yee buy any faire complection?

The Scriueners seruants Song of Holborne.

12.

My master is so wise, so wise, that hee's proceeded wittall,
My Mistris is a foole, a foole, and yet tis the most get-all.
Let the Vsurer cram him in interest that excell,
Their pits enough to damme him before he goes to hell.
In Holborne some. In Fleetestreete some,
Where care he come, there some, there some.

A Belmans Song.

13.

Maides to bed, and couer coale,
Let the Mouse Out of her hole.
Crickets in the Chimney sing,
Whil'st the little Bell doth ring.
If fast asleepe, who can tell
When the Clapper hits the Bell.

The Cryers Song of Cheape-side.

14.

O yes, O yes, O yes,
If any one at fifteene, hath taken vp and found
A pretie, pretie thing, that hath her maiden head vnbound.
If any gallant haue with Cater-tray,
Play'd the wise Aker, and made all away,
Let him come to the Crier,
There will bee laide a thousand pound to tenne,
That none, (of these) will ere bee had againe.

O yes, O yes,
If note or line, or word be here let fall,
That giues, to any man the taste of Gall,
Let him come to the Cryer,
I will lay my lips to a fat shrouing Hen,
That none of these will be had againe,
For this I say and likewise I protest,
No arrowes here at shot at any brest,
But all are well come to my musicke feast