With them it is much worse, for they do ban and curse;
For the halter shall them bow.
Now if I had my nag, to see the world wag,
I would straight ride about:
Ginks, do fill the bag. I would not pass a rag
To hit you on the snout.
The Devil entereth.
Lu. Ho, ho, ho! mine own boy, make no more delay,
But leap up on my back straightway.
New. Then who shall hold my stirrup, while I go to horse?