Illustrations of Shakspeare, and of Ancient Manners: / with Dissertations on the Clowns and Fools of Shakspeare; on a Collection of Popular Tales Entitled Gesta Romanorum; and on the English Morris dance.

by Francis Douce

Hob.

I cry out on't,
'Twas the forerunning sin brought in those tilt-staves,
They brandish 'gainst the church, the Devil calls May poles.

Soto.

Take up your horse again, and girth him to ye,
And girth him handsomely, good neighbour Bomby.

Hob.

I spit at him.

Soto.

Spit in the horse-face, cobler?
Thou out-of-tune psalm-singing slave; spit in his visnomy?

Hob.

I spit again, and thus I rise against him:
Against this beast, that signify'd destruction,
Foreshew'd i'th' falls of monarchies.