Lady. Oft have I heard of your brave Countrymen,
And fertile soil, and store of wholesome food;
My father oft will tell me of a drink
In England found, and Nipitato call'd,
Which driveth all the sorrow from your hearts.
Rafe. Lady 'tis true, you need not lay your lips
To better Nipitato than there is.
Lady. And of a wild-fowl he will often speak,
Which poudred beef and mustard called is:
For there have been great Wars 'twixt us and you,
But truely Rafe, it was not long of me.
Tell me then Rafe could you contented be,
To wear a Ladies favor in your shield?
Rafe. I am a Knight of Religious Order,
And will not wear a favor of a Ladies
That trusts in Antichrist, and false traditions.
Cit. Well said Rafe, convert her if thou canst.
Rafe. Besides, I have a Lady of my own
In merry England; for whose virtuous sake
I took these Arms, and Susan is her name,
A Coblers maid in Milkstreet, whom I vow
Nere to forsake, whilst life and Pestle last.
Lady. Happy that Cobling Dame, who ere she be
That for her own (dear Rafe) hath gotten thee.
Unhappy I, that nere shall see the day
To see thee more, that bear'st my heart away.
Rafe. Lady farewell, I must needs take my leave.
Lady. Hard-hearted Rafe, that Ladies dost deceive.
Cit. Hark thee Rafe, there's money for thee; give something in the King of Cracovia's house, be not beholding to him.