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,