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THE TINKER'S GOOD FORTUNE. 57
Tho' he seem'd something mute, yet he chose a rich suit, 25
Which he straitways put on without longer dispute,
With a star on his side, which the tinker ofil ey'd,
And it seem'd for to swell him ' no' little with pride;
For he said to himself, " Where is Joan my sweet wife ?
Sure she never did see me so fine in her life." so
From a convenient place, the right duke, his good
grace, Did observe his behaviour in every case. To a garden of state, on the tinker they wait, Trumpets sounding before him : thought he, this
is great: Where an hour or two, pleasant walks he did
With commanders and squires in scarlet and
A fine dinner was drest, both for him and his
guests; He was plac'd at the table above all the rest, In a rich chair ' or bed,' lin'd with fine crimson
red,., With a rich golden canopy over his head : 40 As he sat at his meat, the musick play'd sweet, With the choicest of singing his joys to compleat.