And tho I say’t, well lodged shalt thou be;
Fresh straw I will lay vpon your bed soe braue,
Good browne hempen sheetes likwise,’ quoth shee.
‘I,’ quoth the goodman, ‘and when that is done,
Thou shalt lye [with] noe worse then our owne sonne.’
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‘Nay first,’ quoth Richard, ‘good fellowe, tell me true,
Hast thou noe creepers in thy gay hose?
Art thou not troubled with the scabbado?’
‘Pray you,’ quoth the king, ‘what things are those?’