With a O hone, &c.
4.
And then came forth Sir Thomas Knyvet,
You filthy Rogue come out o’ th’ doore,
Or else I sweare by Gods trivet
Ile lay thee flatlong on the floore,
For putting us all in such a feare,
With huffing and snuffing, &c.
5.
Then Faux out of the vault was taken