Good toper, under your leave we were fain
See or hear some of her art.
FIRST TIPPLER
Yea, surely, and I pledge two stoups of wine for my part,
And, by cog’s ribs, if any scant her in her tale
We will shed our blood for you without fail,
In any mischief that may you befall.
MOONEN
That merry ballat, as ye may call,
Wherewith our last noonday in Highstreet ye amused,