TAVERNER

¶who is that calls so hastily I shrew thine Heart speak softly I tell the I am not here ¶For mine auau ̄ tage marry than ̄ I come Beware sirs how let me have room Lo here I am what sayest thou you shall have spayneshe wine & gascoyn Rose colour whyt claretrampyon Tyre capryck and maluesyne Sak raspyce alycaunt rumney Greek ipocrase new made clary Such as you never had For if you drink a draught or too that will make you or you them go By goggꝭ body stark mad what meet master would you have Though all capons be gone what than yet I can get you a stewed hen That is ready dyght. Fat or lene I cannot tell But as for this I wot well She lay at the stews all night. Light of dysgestyon for what reason Then know I a lighter meet than y if you will needs know at short & long It is even a woman's tongue For that is ever steering ¶Than you get neither goose nor swane But a dish of dreggys a dish of bram e A dish of draff and I trow than you can not get three worse ¶Gogges passion said you not thus That I should purvey you three course dish And these be course Inowe ¶what than I see well you will make a fes e ¶Than ̄ I ꝑceyue you will make Good cheer ¶If you think so best than will I Go before and make all thing ready Again you come thereto ¶Than farewell sirs for I am gone ¶what how master where be you now ¶So hie quoth a I trow you be mad by Saint gyle For did you not ere while Make pointment openly To come again all to supper There as you were to day at dinner And yet you pointed not plain what meet that you will have dressed Nor what delycatꝭ you love best M think you far over say ¶Now if you put it to my liberty Of all metꝭ in the world that be By this light I love best drink ¶By God sir than you must tell what ¶well sir than are not let me a lone you shall see that all thing shall be done And ordained well and fine ¶But than I have for your apetyte A cup of wine of old claret There is no better by this light ¶But on thing if it please you now you see well I take much pain for you I trust you will see to me ¶Now gramercy my gentle brother And therefore thou shalt have neither For voiding of strife Than farewell foal for I am gone you that I can well purney As good as ever you put to your nose For there is a eyre wench called rose Dystylleth a quart every day ¶yet I had lever she and I where both to together secretly In some corner in the spence For by God it is a pretty girl It is a world to see her whyrle Dancing in a round Oh lord God how she will tryp She will bounce it she will whip you clean above the ground ¶Than I goo Straight lo fare you well ¶yes I warrant you do not fere ¶you shall have wine as new as can be For I may tell you in pryuyte Hit was brued but yester night