The cow gives cakes and the bullock mead;
Ask not if its taste be sour or sweet;
The main matter is, and you mustn’t forget it,
It’s all of it home-brewed.
Peer.
[Pushing the things away from him.]
The devil fly off with your home-brewed drinks![drinks!]
I’ll never get used to the ways of this land.
The Old Man.
The bowl’s given in, and it’s fashioned of gold.