I hailed it in Goddhis name.
'It staggered as it had been drunke,
So dexterous was it hitte;
Of brokene boughs we made a fire,
Thomme Loncheone roasted itte.'—
The tailore impatient to be gone, but is forcibly persuaded to remain.
'Be done, thou tipsye waggonere,
To the feaste I must awaye.'—
The waggonere seized him bye the coatte,
And forced him there to staye,