Robin. A pox take them, must only they feed upon hot meat, and I upon nothing but cold sallads.
Mrs. Gener. This meat is tedious, now some Farie,
Fetch what belongs unto the Dairie,
Mal. Thats Butter, Milk, Whey, Curds and Cheese,
Wee nothing by the bargaine leese.
All. Ha, ha, ha.
Goody Dickison. Boy, theres meat for you.
Boy. Thanke you.
Gooddy Dickis. And drinke too.
Meg. What Beast was by thee hither rid?
Mawd. A Badger nab.
Meg. And I bestrid
A Porcupine that never prickt.