{316} This land-lady unto the noble state, And honour of a countess we create; And by our merry fuddling subjects, she Countess of Stingo henceforth call’d shall be.
Some townsmen then come in, and a contest is arranged between the ale-drinkers and the wine-drinkers, in which the latter are of course worsted.
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Bacchus, on coming to, adjourns his court to York, where they again taste—
Both from North Allerton and Easingwold, From Sutton, Thirke, likewise from Rascal Town, . . . Ale also that’s called Knocker-down—
{317} They tasted all; And swore they were full glad, Such Stingoe, Nappy, pure ale they had found, Let’s loose no time said they but drink around.
The Yorkshire Ale, however, proves too strong for Bacchus and his Court, and a final adjournment South is made, though—