"What cup's that, boy?"
"What but a kingcup?" said Martin.
"A king once drank from this," said Gillman, fetching down a goblet as golden as ale. "He looked like a shepherd, and had a fold just across the road, but he was a king for all that. So strike up."
"After me, then," said Martin; and they pushed the cup between them, and the song too.
Martin: What shall we drink of when we sup?
Gillman: What d'ye say to the King's own cup?
Martin: What's the drink?
Gillman: What d'ye think?
Martin: Farmer, say! Water?
Gillman: Nay!