And some a pot with honny,
Some a salt, and some a spone,
Some their hose, some theyr shone.”
As to the women, one brings:
“her weddynge-rynge
To pay for her scot,
As cometh to her lot.
Som bryngeth her husbandes hood,
Because the ale is good.”[155]
The worst-famed of these houses began a little later to receive the visits of the most illustrious of their customers, one who held his court under their smoky rafters and came there to his earthly end, “babbling of green fields,” immortal Sir John Falstaff.