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Scæa. 2a.

Enter, Harlem, Leyden, & Vtricht Executior s
Har.
Now hard, and sharpe, for a Wager, who shall doe it?
heer's a Sword would doe a mans head good to be cut of wt h it
Cures all rhumes, all Catharrs, Megroomes, virteegoes,
presto, be gon.

Leyd.
You must not carry it, Harlem,
you are a pretty fellow, and lop the lyne of life well,
but weake to Baltazar; give roome for Leyden,
heer's an old Cutter; heer's one has polld more pates
and neater then a Dicker of yor Barbers,
they nere need washing after: do's not thy neck itch now
to be scratchd a litle with this?

Har.
no in truth do's it not
but if you'll try first: yf I doe not whip yor Edipoll
as clenly of, and set it on againe
as hansomely as it stands now, that you may blow you r nose
and pledge me two Cans after.

Ley.
I was afraid
the rogue had don't indeed.

Vtr.
you two imagine now
you are excellent workmen: and that You can doe wonder s
and Vtricht but an Asse: let's feele yor Raizor s:
handsawes, meere handsawes: do you put yor knees to'em too,
and take mens necks for timber? you cutt a feather?
cut butter when yor tooles are hot: looke here puppies
heer's the Sword that cutt of Pompeis head,

Har.
the head of a Pumpion

Vtr.
looke on't, but come not neere it: the very wind on't
will borrow a leg, or an arme; heer's touch & take, boyes,
and this shall moaw the head of Monsieur Barnauelt:
man is but grasse, and hay: I haue him here,
and here I haue him: I would vndertake with this Sword
to cutt the Devills head of, hornes, and all
and give it to a Burger for his breakfast

Ley.
we know you haue byn the headman of the parish
a great while Vtrich, and ministerd much Iustice,
nickt many a worthie gamster: and that you Harlem,
haue shortend many a hanging cause, to Yor Com̄endation:
yet for all this, who shall trym Monsieur Barnauelt
must run by fortune; you are proper men, both.
but why before me? that haue studdied the true trick on't
theis twenty yeeres, and run through all the theorims

Har.
let's fling for't then.

Ley
I am content:

Vtr
and I.

Harl.
Sit round then: here are dyce: and ile begin to Ye
haue at your head, Sr Iohn: dewce ace: a doggs head,
the devill turnd this ace vp: farwell veluet gowne
thou hast mist the luckiest hand to scratch thy Coxcomb.

Ley.
no, no Sr.
now for my part: heigh, fight aloft, for the head, boyes.
how? Cater-trey?

Vtr.
Will you take a sleeve for yor share Sir?

Ley.
'tis but a desperat cast, and so hee'l find it,
if it fall to me: Cast for yor game:

Vtr.
haue at it.
stay, let me swing my Sword thrice round first: now
now the Graues head «[OMITTED] he» goose giblitts:
two sixes boyes: I knew I should performe it

Har.
ye haue it; thanck your fortune.

Vtr.
I could not misse it:
I neuer lost so faire a stake yet: how ile doe it
and in what posture: first, how ile take my leave of him:
wt h a few teares to draw more money from him:
then fold vp his braunchd gowne, his hat, his doblet,
and like the devill, cry mine owne: lye there boyes:
then bind his eyes: last, stir myself vp bravely
and in the midle of a whollsom praire
whip: and hic iacet Barnauelt: Come, let's sing or old Song
and then come view me how I doe my busines
Boy: come, sing you for me.

—Song.
—Ext