Thus of an Old Miser she made a meer Ass,
She gave him roast Pig, but he paid for his Sawce.
[132] Swaggering.
[133] Had been collecting money.
[77.] In the Country where the Queenes Plaiers were accepted into a Gentleman's house, the waggon unloading of the apparell, the Wagoner comes to Tarlton & doth desire him to speake to the Steward for his horses. I will saies he: & comming to the Steward, Sir, saies Tarlton, where shall our horses spend the time? The Gentleman looking at Tarlton at that question, suddenly answered, If it please you, or them, let them walke a turne or two, or there is a faire garden, let them play a game or two at bowles in the Alley: and departs thence about his other businesse. Tarlton commending the sudden wit of the Steward, saith little. But my Steward, not quiet, tels to the Gentlewomen above, how he had driven Tarlton to a non plus with a jest, whereat they all did laugh heartily: which a Serving man loving Tarlton well, ranne and told him as much. Tarlton, to adde fuell to the fire, and loth to rest thus put off with a jest, goes away and gets two of the horses into the Garden, & turnes them into the bowling Alley, who with their heeles made havocke: being the Gentleman's only pastime. The Ladies above from a window, seeing horses in the Garden Alley call the Knight, who cries out to Tarlton, Fellow, what meanest thou? Nothing, Sir, saies he, but two of my horses are at seven up, for a peck of Provender; a foolish match that I made. Now they being in play at bowles, run, run, your Steward may come after and cry rub, rub: at which, though they smiled, yet the Steward had no thankes for his labour, to set the horses to such an exercise, & they could not blame Tarlton, who did but as he was bidden. But by this Jest, oates and hay, stable room and all, was plenty.
[81.]Fast bind, fast find: my Bible was well bound;
A Thiefe came fast, and loose my Bible found:
Was't bound and loose at once? how can that be?
'Twas loose for him, although 'twas bound for me.