With those two worthlesse trunkes of Nottinghame:
Looke to your severall charges; wee must goe,
Though greiv’d at heart to leave a castle so.
The Bull-head[97] is the word, and wee must eate;
Noe sorrow can descend soe deepe as meate:
So to the inne wee come; where our best cheere
Was, that his grace of Yorke had lodged there:
Hee was objected to us when wee call,
Or dislike ought: “My lords grace” answers all:
“Hee was contented with this bed, this dyett.”