he had both tune and words; which so drew the rest of the
herd to me, that all their other senses stuck in [ears:] you
might have pinched a placket, it was senseless; 'twas nothing
to geld a codpiece of a purse; I [would] have [filed keys off]
that hung-in chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my sir's
song, and admiring the [nothing] of it. So that in this time
of lethargy I picked and cut most of their festival purses;
and had not the old man come in with a whoo-bub against
his daughter and the king's son and scared my choughs
from the chaff, I had not left a purse alive in the whole army.