Jack. Father Grim, because you are stirring so early,
I have brought you a bowl of wine to make you merry.
Grim. Wine, marry! this is welcome to colliers, chill swap’t off by and by:
Chwas stirring so early, that my very soul is dry.
Jack. This is stoutly done: will you have it warmed, Father Grim?
Grim. No; it is warm enough; it is very lousious[107] and trim.
’Tis musselden,[108] ich ween; of fellowship let me have another spurt,
Ich can drink as easily now, as if I satin my shirt.
Jack. By Cock, and you shall have it; but I will begin, and that anon,
Je bois a vous mon compagnon.[109]