Meeting this gallant knight with this braue traine,
‘Welcome, Sir Knight,’ quoth hee,’ with this your gay lady!
Good Sir Iohn Cockle, once welcome againe!
And soe is this squier of courage soe free.’
Quoth Dicke, A botts on you! doe you know me?
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Quoth our king gentlye, How shall I forgett thee?
Thou wast my owne bed-fellow; well that I wot.’
‘But I doe thinke on a tricke,’—‘Tell me, pray thee, Dicke!’
‘How with farting we made the bed hott.’