For had they been stout hearted Lads,
they need not called for aid,
Nor afraid to tast of a Pudding,
nor yet be'n out-brav'd by a Maid.
O this &c
FINIS.
Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, at Pye-Corner, near West Smithfield.
[206] This engraving is from another version, (C. 22 f. 2)/101
How Jacke by playing of the Whiting got his dinner.
[105.] When the sicknesse was at Oxford, on a time Scogin went out of Oxford, and did lye at S. Bartholemewes by Oxford, and hee had a poore scholler to dresse his meat: On a Friday he said to his scholler, Jacke, here is twopence, goe to the market and buy me three whitings, the which his scholler did; & when hee was come home, Scogin said, Jacke, goe seeth me a whiting to my dinner: Jacke heard him say so, and deferred the time, thinking hee should fare ill when that his master had but a whiting to dinner. At last Scogin said, doth the fish play? Jacke said, would you have one play without a fellow? Scogin said, Jacke thou saist truth, put another whiting into the pan. Then Jacke prepared his fish to seeth them: then Scogin said, Jacke doth the fish play now? Jacke said, I trow they be mad or else wood,[207] for one doth fight with the other, that I have much adoe to keepe them in the pan. Then said Scogin, put the other whiting betwixt them to break the strife. Jacke was then glad, thinking he should get somewhat to dinner, and sod[208] the fish and had his part.