Your former good Nature lays claim to a Glass:
She found Wine and Pig, but he paid for the Sawce.
The Miser he told here he dare not drink Wine
Nor any such liquors until he had Din'd:
Quoth she, since we here did so luckily meet,
I now am resolved to give thee a treat:
Away to her chamber they straightways did pass,
She fed him with pig, but he paid for the Sawce.
A Dinner she straightways provided with speed,