r does assist,
And Jealousie is love lost in a Mist.
Both Hood-wink truth, then go to blind-mans buff,
Cry here, then there, seem to direct enough:
But all the while shift place making the mind
As it goes out of breath despair to find.
And if at last something it stumbles on,
Perhaps it calls it false and then 'tis gone.
If true, what's gain'd only just time to see
A breachless Play a Game at Liberty;
That has no other end then this, that men
Run to be tyr'd just to set down agen.

_Anto._ This is a truth, and so for ought I know,
To the same purpose tends all things we do:
Life's a Disease, and yet we seldom say,
That Man is sick whom we see laugh and play;
And 'tis as well to bid the Bed-rid ride,
As to bid Men in doubt be satisfy'd:
For 'tis the mind's Disease, and Physick should
Be proper to't, or else the Patient's fool'd.
And there's no Drug in Nature doubt to Cure
But only one, and that is to be sure.

_Cael._ Yes, Circumstance, my Lord, if well apply'd.

_Anto._ I've known that often fail, when it was try'd
But they come--

[Flourish.

_Enter first Gipsie, and sings._

1. Gipsie. _Come, come, away; follow, follow your Prince,
I am King of the swarthy Complexions;
Follow me that can lead you through Chimneys and Chinks
To steal Bacon and Pease;
Nay, sometimes with ease
To a Feast of the choycest Confections.
Come, follow me then, come away, come away_.

_Enter second Gipsie, and sings._

2. Gip. _We know no Rebellion, but obey, but obey,
To our King we are just,
And true to our trust,
Leaving discord to those, that their Princes oppose,
When by the Spirit of Treason in Non-sence they pray._

_Enter all the rest, and sing._

Chor. _We know_ &c.

1. Gip. _Come then, and follow, a prize, a prize, a prize._.

2. Gip. _Give the word then, and helloa._

All. _A prize, a prize, a prize._

1. Gip. _Here are Gallants and Ladies have fortunes to tell._

2. Gip. _We'l tell e'm good Fortune if they give us a spell._

1. Gip. _A hand crost with silver the Spirit infuses._

2. Gip. _There's no Prophet lately that mettle refuses._

1. Gip. _Men get Heaven now by Bargain and Sale._

Chor. _Masses, Trentals and Dirges
Are not had for no Charges,
And a Vicar for nothing won't tell you a Tale._

All. _Masses, &c._

1. Gip. _All things are bought and sold._

2. Gip. _Good Fortune goes with Gold._

1. Gip. _Fall on to your Trading then._

Men Gip. _W'are fo