’Heere,’ quoth the miller, ’good fellowe, I’le drinke to thee,
And to all the courtnolls that curteous bee.’
’I pledge thee,’ quoth our king, ’and thanke thee heartilye
For my good welcome in euerye degree;
And heere in like manner I drinke to thy sonne.’
’Doe then,’ saies Richard, ’and quicke let it come.’
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’Wiffe,’ quoth the miller, ’feitch me forth lightfoote,
That wee of his sweetnesse a litle may tast.’
A faire venson pastye shee feiched forth presentlye.