Warren. After the prince got to the keepers lodge,
And had been jocand in the house awhile,
Tossing of[1269] ale and milke in countrie cannes:
Whether it was the countries sweete content, 15
Or els the bonny damsell fild us drinke
That seemd so stately in her stammell[1270] red,
Or that a qualme did crosse his stomacke then,—
But straight he fell into his passions.
Ermsbie. Sirra Raphe, what say you to your maister, 20
Shall he thus all amort[1271] live malecontent?