And thou shalt have some cockell bread.
Zant. What is this,—Faire maiden white & red,
Combe me smooth, and stroke my head,
And thou shall have some cockell bread.[1106] 605
Cockell callst thou it, boy?—faith, Ile give you cockell bread.
Shee breakes hir pitcher uppon his heade, then it thunders and lightens,[1107] and Huanebango rises up: Huanebango is deafe and cannot heare.[1108]
Huan. Phylyda phylerydos, Pamphylyda floryda flortos,
Dub dub a dub, bounce quoth the guns, with a sulpherous huffe snuffe.[1109]
Wakte with a wench, pretty peat, pretty love and my sweet prettie pigsnie; 610
Just by thy side shall sit surnamed great Huanebango