Oh, said she, then we’ll hanged be——
A well, said he, We’ll die but once,
Get supper for him, cakes and scones,
Butter and cheese, we have eggs enow:
What! That for a Prince will never do.
Yes, for rarities be nowise griev’d;
You little know how he has liv’d:
And with ceremony be not affected,
Lest by your servants he be suspected,
He supp’d that night and went to sleep