I but how should theis beauties know that Sir Gyles?

Let theis new Companies March by us through the Market, so to the Guard house, And there disarme;wee'll teach ye true obedience; Then let 'em quitt the Towne, hansom swag fellowes And fitt for fowle play.

Is this the glorious mark of my deservings? Taynted and torne in honour must I perish, And must theis silver curles, ô you unthanckfull, Theis emblemes of my frostie cares and travells For you and for the State, fall with disgraces? Goe, fall before your new Prince!

Now all heavens quire of Angels sing Amen, And blesse theis true borne nuptials with their blisse; And Neece tho you have cosind me in this, Ile uncle you yet in an other thing, And quite deceive your expectation.

But why a father to theis new professions?

or can theis holly woemen That you have arm'd against obedience And made contempners of the fooles their husbands, Examiners of State,can they doe any thing?