SUCTION:

"Aha," to Dr. Johnson 
Said Scipio Africanus, 
"Lift up my Roman Petticoat 
And kiss my Roman Anus."

[arm-in-arm, they bend over, lifting their coattails, and give GITTIPIN the moon] 

SCOPPRELL:

[forced laughter] Oh, my poor sides! I, I should die if I was to live here. 

[male and female voices outside]

VOICE #1:

Want matches?

VOICE #2:

Yes, yes, yes.

VOICE #1:

Want matches?

VOICE #2

No-

VOICE #1:

Want matches?

VOICE #2:

Yes, yes, yes.

VOICE #1:

Want matches?

VOICE #2:

No-

ARADOBO:

The boys in the street sing something very pretty and funny about school--O, no, about matches.

GITTIPIN:

I cry my matches as far as Guild hall God bless the duke and his aldermen all!

SCOPPRELL:

I ask the Gods no more,  no more, no more.