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!

_Aldo._ Daughter Tricksy, are you there, child? your friends at Barnet
are all well, and your dear master Limberham, that noble Hephestion,
is returning with them.

_Trick._ And you are come upon the spur before, to acquaint me with
the news.

_Aldo._ Well, thou art the happiest rogue in a kind keeper! He drank
thy health five times, _supernaculum_,[2] to my son Brain-sick; and
dipt my daughter Pleasance's little finger, to make it go down more
glibly:[3] And, before George, I grew tory rory, as they say, and
strained a brimmer through the lily-white smock, i'faith.

_Trick._ You will never leave these fumbling tricks, father, till you
are taken up on suspicion of manhood, and have a bastard laid at your
door: I am sure you would own it, for your credit.

_Aldo._ Before George, I should not see it starve, for the mother's
sake: For, if she were a punk, she was good-natured, I warrant her.

_Wood._ [_Aside._] Well, if ever son was blest with a hopeful father,
I am.

_Trick._ Who is that gentleman with you?

_Aldo._ A young _monsieur_ returned from travel; a lusty young rogue;
a true-milled whoremaster, with the right stamp. He is a
fellow-lodger, incorporate in our society: For whose sake he came
hither, let him tell you.

_Wood._ [_Aside._] Are you gloating already? then there's hopes,
i'faith.

_Trick._ You seem to know him, father.

_Aldo._ Know him! from his cradle--What's your name?

_Wood._ Woodall.

_Ald._ Woodall of Woodall; I knew his father; we were contemporaries,
and fellow-wenchers in our youth.

_Wood._ [_Aside._] My honest father stumbles into truth, in spite of
lying.

_Trick._ I was just coming down to the garden-house, before you came.