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I'll give thee one three wishes more,
whatever thou wilt crave
For I have many things, in store,
and thou the best shall have.
I wish a stock of points I had,
made of enchanted leather.
Then when the people all dance mad,
they may be ty'd together.
By two and two in various shapes,
according to my mind,
And so to skip about like apes
till I do them unbind
The Hermit said, the cunning points,
I'll give thee now with ease.
And thou shalt tie and bind their joints,
and loose them as you please.
Come tell me now my pretty boy,
what thou wilt have beside;
What thou are willing to enjoy,
shall never be deny'd.
Father, said he, a cunning spell
Let me not go without,
That I may fix a running bell,
on every womans snout.
Who does the wanton way-tale play,
with Fryars in the dark,
That Fryars too as well as they,
may bear the same mark.
So soon as ever they shall hear,
my pipe's delightful sound,
That to the world it may appear
how they in sins abound.
I grant thy wish with all my heart,
in love and free good will
Though they endure pain and smart
the bellls shall gingle still
And cause them to become a scoff,
till they thy love obtain.
