[From 'Histrio-Mastix, Or, The Player Whipt,' 4To, Lond. 1610. Mr. Rimbault Tells Me This Is Common In Yorkshire.] Some Up, And Some Down, There'S Players In The Town, You Wot Well Who They Be; The Sun Doth Arise, To Three Companies, One, Two, Three, Four, Make Wee! Besides We That Travel, With Pumps Full Of Gravel, Made All Of Such Running Leather: That Once In A Week, New Masters We Seek, And Never Can Hold Together.