Under the bed, but nought was there;
He view’d the chamber ev’ry where,
Nothing apear’d but what, for feare.
vThey leaked.
Their stomachs then return’d apace,
They found the mutton in the place,
And fell unto it with a grace.
They laughed
Each at the other’s pannick feare,
And each his bed-fellow did jeere,
And having sent for ale and beere,
They quaffed.
And then abroad the summons went,
Who’ll buy king’s-land o’ th’ Parliament?
A paper-book contein’d the rent,
Which lay there;
That did contein the severall farmes,
Quit-rents, knight services, and armes;
But that they came not in by swarmes
To pay there.
Night doth invite to bed again,
The grand Commissioners were lain,
But then the thing did heave amain,
It busled,
And with great clamor fil’d their eares,
The noyse was doubled, and their feares;
Nothing was standing but their haires,
They nuzled.
Oft were the blankets pul’d, the sheete
Was closely twin’d betwixt their feete,
It seems the spirit was discreete
And civill.
Which makes the poore Commissioners
Feare they shall get but small arreares,
And that there’s yet for cavaliers
One divell.
They cast about what best to doe;
Next day they would to wisemen goe,
To neighb’ring towns some cours to know;
For schollars