That is to say we are all to play together. What shall we play? (To Piper.) Shall we play the Lady's Fancy?
PIPER.
A custock for the Lady's Fancy.
FIDDLER.
The Soldier's Delight then?
PIPER.
A ——— for the Soldier's Delight! a tune for a two-penny alehouse.
HURDY-GURDY-MAN.
Don't mind him (to Fiddler), he be washpish: you and I will play Ma chere Amie.
PIPER.
Well, well! play what you please, both of you, but I'll play the battle of Killy Cranky, and hang me, if your "Ah Me" will be heard any more than the chirping of a cricket in the hearth. (They begin to play, and the Piper drowns them both with his noise.)
WORSHIPTON.(stopping his ears).
Give over! give over! bless my soul! the squeaking of a hundred pigs and the sow-driver at
