Whilst my true love triumphes in yon high tower.”
No other hinderance now, but wee may passe
Cleare to our inne: Oh there an hostesse was,
To whome the Castle and the Dun Cow are
Sights after dinner; shee is morning ware.
Her whole behaviour borrowed was, and mixt,
Halfe foole, halfe puppet, and her pace betwixt
Measure and jigge; her court’sy was an honour;
Her gate, as if her neighbour had out-gon her.
Shee was barrd up in whale-bones which doe leese