_Pr._ Have ye any old Cloaks to sell, have ye any old Cloaks to sell?
[_Exit._

_1 B._ Cloaks! Look about ye Boys: mine's gone!

_2 B._ A ------ juggle 'em?
------ O they're Prestoes: mine's gone too!

_3 B._ Here's mine yet.

_1 B._ Come, come let's drink then more Brand Wine.

_Boy._ Here Sir.

_1 B._ If e'r I catch your Sow-gelder, by this hand I'll strip him:
Were ever Fools so ferkt? We have two Cloaks yet;
And all our Caps; the Devil take the Flincher.

_All B._ Yaw, yaw, yaw, yaw.

_Enter_ Hemskirk.

_Hem._ Good do'n my honest Fellows,
You are merry here I see.

_3 B._ 'Tis all we have left, Sir.

_Hem._ What hast thou? Aqua vitae?