Men Gip. _W'are for the Ladies._

Wom. Gip. _And we for the Men._

_1. Gip._ To _Cæl._ Lady, you have lost a Lover,
Cross my hand, I'le more discover.

_2. Gip._ To _Anto._ My Lord, I know you baseness scorn,
And would be loath to wear a Horn.

_1. Gip._ To _Eug._ Lady, some do speak you fair,
That hatred to your welfare bear.

_2. Gip._ To _Ger._ My Lord, you Love a handsom Lady,
She Loves you as well it may be.

1. Gip. sings. _Thus we seldom miss the matter,
Things past we can tell, by these Generals well,
And ne're stay to prove the truth of the latter._

All. _Things past, &c._

1. To _Cæl._ You shall Live long and happily, Lady.

2. To _Anto._ My Lord, I can tell you, good Fortunes your Friend.

1. To _Eug._ You shall e're long play with your own Baby.

2. To _Ger._ Your Love my Lord, will have good end.