VPRIGHT MAN.[168]
I towre the strummel trine vpon thy nabchet[169] and Togman.
I sée the strawe hang vpon thy cap and coate.
ROGE.
I saye by the Salomon I will lage it of with a gage of benebouse; then cut to my nose watch.
I sweare by the masse[170], I wull washe it of with a quart of good drynke; [leaf 29][171] then saye to me what thou wylt.
Man. Why, hast thou any lowre in thy bonge to bouse?
Why, hast thou any money in thy purse to drinke?
Roge. But a flagge, a wyn, and a make.
But a grot, a penny, and a halfe penny.
Man. Why, where is the kene that hath the bene bouse?
where is the house that hath good drinke?
Roge. A bene mort hereby at the signe of the prauncer.
A good wyfe here by at the signe of the hors.
Man. I cutt it is quyer buose, I bousd a flagge the laste dark mans.
I saye it is small and naughtye drynke. I dranke a groate there the last night.
Roge. But bouse there a bord, and thou shalt haue beneship.
But drinke there a shyllinge, and thou shalt haue very good.