And monie laide in heap and loade,
As if it had been at London.
And gentlemen there so franke and free,
As a mint at Yorke again should bee;
Like shooting did I never see,
Except I had been at London.
Yorke, Yorke, &c.
At Yorke were ambassadours three,
Of Russia—lordes of high degree,
This shooting they desirde to see,