Ye’re flat as stale ale. Master Summoner, what’s
The matter now? Ye should be glad at heart
To wear so merry a bonfire in your face.
SUMMONER
Was it for this I sang, “Come hither, Love”?
COOK
Aye, was it for this?
ALISOUN
What, Roger Hogge, yourself?
How long, bird, have you worn a gallows-warrant