Yea, in the Gold Room we shall be drinking
Ere that we part what pleaseth you most.
Sit down, love. Yea, a first, mine host!
And if it grew musty in cask, we were evil paid.
THE DRAWER
What wine drink ye, good man?
MOONEN
A pint of grenade,
And for my wife a pint of ypocras,
And of romany a pint, the which nought doth surpass