She is so hot, because the meat is cold;
The meat is cold, because you come not home;
You come not home, because you have no stomach;
50 You have no stomach, having broke your fast;
But we, that know what ’tis to fast and pray,
Are penitent for your default to-day.
Ant. S. Stop in your wind, sir: tell me this, I pray:
Where have you left the money that I gave you?
55 Dro. E. O,—sixpence, that I had o’ Wednesday last
To pay the saddler for my mistress’ crupper?