With drinking healths, and shaking by the hand,
As he had travail'd to some new-found land.
Well, taking horse, with very much a doe,
London he leaveth for a day or two:
And as he rideth meets upon the way
Such (as what haste soever) bid men stay;
Sirrah (sayes one) stand, and your purse deliver;
I am a taker, you must be a giver.
Unto a wood hard by they hale him in,
And rifle him unto the very skin.