Alas, alas! Doctor Fustian quotha? mass, Doctor Lopus was never such a
doctor: has given me a purgation has purged me of forty dollars; I shalt
never see them more. But yet, like an ass as I was, I would not be ruled
by him, for he bade me I should ride him into no water: now I, thinking
my horse had had some [50 rare quality that he would not have had me
known Be not you known on't,1 i.e. be not you aware of it.” of,
I, like a venturous youth, rid him into the deep pond at the town's end.
I was no sooner in the middle of the pond, but my horse vanished away,
and I sat upon a bottle of hay, never so near drowning in my life. But
I'll seek out my Doctor, and have my forty dollars again, or I'll make
it the dearest horse!—0, yonder is his snipper-snapper.—Do you hear? you
hey-pass,s where's your master?