_Aldo._ Peace! they are beginning.

A SONG.

I.

_'Gainst keepers we petition,
Who would inclose the common:
'Tis enough to raise sedition
In the free-born subject, woman.
Because for his gold,
I my body have sold,
He thinks I'm a slave for my life;
He rants, domineers,
He swaggers and swears,
And would keep me as bare as his wife._

II.

_'Gainst keepers we petition, &c.
'Tis honest and fair,
That a feast I prepare;
But when his dull appetite's o'er,
I'll treat with the rest
Some welcomer guest,
For the reckoning was paid me before._

_Wood._ A song against keepers! this makes well for us lusty lovers.

_Trick._ [_Above._] Father, father Aldo!