Robin, prithee come away; there's a gentleman tarries to have his horse, and he would have his things rubbed and made clean: he keeps such a chafing with my mistress about it; and she has sent me to look thee out; prithee come away.

Come, what doest thou with that same book? Thou can'st not read.

Why, Robin, what book is that?

Can'st thou conjure with it?

Our Master Parson says that's nothing.

O brave Robin, shall I have Nan Spit, and to mine own use? On that condition I'd feed thy devil with horsebread as long as he lives, of free cost.

But, Robin, here comes the Vintner.

Me, sir! me, sir! search your fill. [Vintner searches him.~ Now, sir, you may be ashamed to burden honest men with a matter of truth.

Peccatum peccatorum Here's thy goblet, good Vintner.

And I must be a dog.