'Now wherefore dost thou grip me soe
With that horny fist of thine?
The waggonere in mood for chat, and admits of no excuse.
'The bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And thither I must walke;
Soe, by youre leave, I must be gone,
I have noe time for talke!'
The tailore seized with the ague.
Hee holds him with his horny fist—
'There was a wain,' quothe hee,