All thine inheritance hanges on thy backe.’
‘I haue gold to discharge for that I call;
If itt be forty pence, I will pay all.’
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‘If thou beest a true man,’ then said the miller,
‘I sweare by my tole-dish I’le lodge thee all night.’
‘Heere’s my hand,’ quoth our king, ‘that was I euer.’
‘Nay, soft,’ quoth the miller, ‘thou mayst be a sprite;
Better I’le know thee ere hands I will shake;
With none but honest men hands will I take.’