Where the king royally, with princely maiestye,
Sate at his dinner with ioy and delight;
When he had eaten well, to jesting then hee fell,
Taking a bowle of wine, dranke to the knight.
‘Heere’s to you both!’ he sayd, ‘in ale, wine, and beere,
Thanking you hartilye for all my good cheere.’
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Quoth Sir Iohn Cockle, I’le pledge you a pottle,
Were it the best ale in Nottingam-shire.
‘But then,’ said our king, ‘I thinke on a thinge;