Fant. What, Gammer, a sleepe?
Old wom. By the Mas, sonne, tis almost day, and my windowes 870 shut[1135] at the cocks crow.
Frol. Doo you heare, Gammer, mee thinkes this Jacke bore a great sway amongst them.
Old wom. O, man, this was the ghost of the poore man, that they kept such a coyle to burie, & that makes him to help the 875 wandring knight so much. But come, let us in: we will have a cup of ale and a tost this morning and so depart.[1136]
Fant. Then you have made an end of your tale, Gammer?
Old wom. Yes, faith. When this was done, I tooke a peece of bread and cheese, and came my way, and so shall you have, too, 880 before you goe, to your breakefast.
FINIS.
Printed at London by John Danter, for Raph
Hancocke, and John Hardie, and are to
be solde at the shop over against
Saint Giles his Church without
Criplegate.
1595.
FOOTNOTES:
[1018] A mistake for Frolic.