The fyrst Acte. The fyrst Sceane
Diccon.

Diccon
Many a myle haue I walked, diuers and sundry waies 
And many a good mans house haue I bin at in my daies 
Many a gossips cup in my tyme haue I tasted 
And many a broche 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 orfysh 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 a dumpe, 
With whewling and pewling, as though they had lost a trump 
Syghing and sobbing they weepe and they wayle 
I maruell in my mynd, whatthe deuill they wayle 
The olde Trotsyts 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 auuswer not at all,but alacke and welaway 

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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.