1..
I am a Smith; yet thus far out of my love,
You shall have the tenth Horse I prick, to pray for,
I am sure I prick five hundred in a year, Sir.
2..
I am a Cook, a man of a dri'd Conscience,
Yet thus far I relent: you shall have tith Pottage.
3.
Your stipend shall be rais'd too, good Neighbour Diego.
Die.