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MORRICE DANCERS AT REVESBY.
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Fool. A Fool, a fool, a fool, a Fool, I heard thou say,
But more the other way,
For here I have a Tool
Will make a Maid to play,
Although in Cupid's School,
Come all away.


Enter Blue Britches.

Blue Britches. I am the Knight of Lee,
And here I have a Dagger,
Offended not to be,
Come in thou needy Beggar,
And follow me.

Enter Ginger Britches.

Ginger Britches. Behold, behold, behold,
A man of poor Estate,
Not one Penny to infold.


Enter Pepper Britches.

Pepper Britches. My money is out at use, or else I would.


Enter Mr. Allspice.

Allspice. With a Hack, a hack, a hack.
See how I will skip and dance,
For joys that we have found,
Let each man take his chance,
And we will all dance round.

[Then they dance the Sword Dance, which is called "Nelly's Gig," then they run under their Swords, which is called "Runing Battle," then Three Dancers dances with 3 Swords, and the foreman jumping over the Swords, then the Fool goes up to Cicely.