They rang to a sermon, and we chanced to be there.
Up stert the preacher, I think not past twenty years old,
With a sounding voice and audacity bold,
And began to revile at the holy sacrament and transubstantiation:
I never heard one knave or other make such a declaration.
But, if I had had the boy in a convenient place,
With a good rod or twain, not past one hour's space.
I would so have scourged my merchant,[3] that his breech should ache,
So long as it is since that he those words spake.
What, young men to be meddlers in divinity? it is a goodly sight!