I am an eunuch; else in vain I vow'd,
660I had mistook my pillow in a crowd.'
Him he conducted to the kitchen, where
Store of anatomies employed was;
Some did the candlesticks, some lavers clear,
Some scourèd pewter, some reburnished brass,
Don asks the cause; the porter him acquaints,
'Twas 'gainst a feast of high account, All Saints.
Within the hall a younger sort of girls,
Yet coarse enough, did brush vermilion looks.