I’le assure you he shall have no part of our fish,
For in truth he is no part worthy.
O woe is me ! said Simon then,
This day that ever I came here !
I wish I were in Plompton parke,
In chasing of the fallow deere. {265}
For every clowne laughs me to scorne,
And they by me set nought at all ;
If I had them in Plompton park,
I would set as little by them all.