Yet sith long since both braynes and all were spent,
And this in place amongste my mates I speake,
I trust thou wilt bee here withall content,
Although in deede my wits of talke are weake:
So old a vessayle cannot chuse but leake,
A drousy nole[679] that lyes on drinke a sleepe so long,
May pardon craue, although his tongue trip twifold wrong.[680]
4.
Chirinnus was my name a Britayne King,
But rulde short time, Sir Bacchus was my let: