I heard what you both did say,
The parson I’ll dip in the mill-pond quick
Before that I let him away,
And my wife with a rope about her neck
I’ll sell next market-day.’”
The waggoner then hoists the sack with the parson in it on his back, and carries him forth to be ducked in the mill-pond.
Another such an Interlude was one, not more edifying, in which occur snatches of a song:—
“Oh the wind and the rain,
They have sent him back again,
So you cannot have a lodging here!”
and:—