That must I now know here.

“Three hundred tun of Rhenish wine,

Three hundred tun of beere ;

Three hundred of the fattest harts

That run on Dallom-lee.” [305]

That’s a princely wager, said the king,

That needs must I tell thee. {240}

With that bespake one Clifton then,

Full quickly and full soone,

Measure no markes for us, most soveraigne liege,