of mine do with rice? But my father hath made her mistress
of the feast, and she lays it on. She hath made me
four and twenty nosegays for the shearers, [three-man] song-men
all, and very good ones; but they are most of them
means and bases; but one puritan [amongst] them, and he
sings psalms to hornpipes. I must have saffron to colour
the warden pies; mace; dates, none, that's out of my note;
nutmegs, seven; a race or two of ginger, but that I may
beg; four pound of [prunes], and as many of [raisins] o' the sun.
Ant. O that ever I was born! [[Grovelling] on the ground.