“Yea, Sir, it is a good feder bed, the scheetes be very cleane.”
Traveller: I shake as a leafe upon the tree. Warme my kerchif and bynde my head well. Soft, you binde it to harde, bryng my pilloW and cover mee Well: pull off my hosen and Warme my bed: draWe the curtines and pinthen With a pin.
Where is the camber pot?
Where is the priuie?
Chambermaid: FolloW mee, and I Will sheW you the Way: go up streight, you shall finde them at the right hand. If you see them not you shall smell them Well enough. Sir, doth it please you to haue no other thing? are you Wel?
Traveller: Yea, my shee frinde, put out the candell, and come nearer to mee.
Chambermaid: I Wil put it out When I am out of the chamber. What is your pleasure, are you not Well enough yet?
Traveller: My head lyeth to loWe, lift up a little the bolster, I can not lie so loWe.—My shee friende, kisse me once, and I shall sleape the better.
Chambermaid: Sleape, sleape, you are not sicke, seeing that you speake of kissyng. I had rather die then to kisse a man in his bed, or in any other place. Take your rest in God’s name, God geeue you good night and goode rest.
Traveller: I thank you, fayre mayden.