Are finer than the common sort of men.[1315] 35
Lacie. Faith, lovely girle, I am of Beckles[1316] by,
Your neighbour, not above six miles from hence,
A farmers sonne, that never was so quaint[1317]
But that he could do courtesie to such dames.
But trust me, Margret, I am sent in charge 40
From him that reveld in your fathers house,
And fild his lodge with cheere and venison,
'Tyred in green; he sent you this rich purse,
His token that he helpt you run your cheese,