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THE KING AND MILLER OF MANSFIELD. 4£
And in a bowle of wine dranke to the knight: " Here's to you both, in wine, ale, and beer; Thanking you heartilye for my good cheer."
Quoth Sir John Cockle, " I'll pledge you a pottle, Were it the best ale in Nottinghamshire : " e*
But then said our king, " Now I think of a thing; Some of your lightfoote I would we had here."
" Ho ! ho! " quoth Eichard," full well I may say it
'Tis knavery to eate it, and then to betray it." so
" Why art thou angry ? " quoth our king mer-rilye; " In faith, I take it now very unkind : I thought thou wouldst pledge me in ale and wine heartily." Quoth Dicke, " You are like to stay till I have din'd: You feed us with twatling dishes soe small; as Zounds, a blacke-pudding is better than all."
" Aye, marry," quoth our king, " that were a daintye thing, Could a man get but one here for to eate :" With that Dicke straite arose, and pluckt one from his hose, Which with heat of his breech gan to sweate. The king made a proffer to snatch it away :— 100 " 'Tis meat for your master: good sir, you must stay."