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The fyrst Sceane.

Diccon.
Diccon
Many a myle haue I walked, diners and sundry waies
And many a good mās house haue I bin at in my daies
Many a gossips cup in my tyme haue I tasted
And many a brache and spyt, haue I both turned and basted
Many a peece of bacon haue I had out of thir balkes
In ronnyng ouer the countrey, with long and were walkes,
Yet came my foote neuer, within those doore cheekes,
To seeke flesh or fysh, Garlyke, Onyons or Leekes,
That euer I saw a sorte, in such a plyght
As here within this house appereth to my syght,
There is howlynge and scowlyng, all cast in adumpe,


With whewling and pewling, as though they had lost a trump
Syghing and sobbing, they weepe and they wayle
I maruell in my mynd, what the deuill they ayle
The olde Trot syts groning, with alas and alas,
And Tib wringes her hands, and takes on in worse case
With poore Cocke theyr boye, they be dryuen in such fyts
I feare mee the folkes be not well in theyr wyts,
Aske them what they ayle, or who brought them in this staye?
They aunswer not at all, but alacke and welaway
Whan I saw it booted not, out at doores I hyed mee
And caught a slyp of Bacon, when I saw that none spyed mee,
Which I intend not far hence, vnles my purpose fayle
Shall serue for a shoinghorne to draw on two pots of ale.