both our strength and our skill, so far that fortune and time may Crown one of us, the only glorious man in _England_. The _North_ Countryman was still at his worke: but heard distinctly all that he said: but returned no answer, onely when the other had ended speaking, and expected a reply the _North_ Countryman comes fairly to him, puts his hand under his twist,[F. 138] and pitcheth him over the Park pales; the _West_ Country man seeing him do that so easily, began to think there was no contending with him, and therefore very civilly, with his Hat in his hand, gave him a return in these words, I thank you, Sir, heartily. Pray throw my Horse over too. [Footnote 138: Cotgrave says "twist" answers to the French "fourchure," a fork, or division, _i.e._ he caught hold of him between his legs.] Be not wroth _Cotta_, that I not salute thee, [5.] I us'd it whilst I worthy did repute thee; Now thou art made a painted Saint, and I, _Cotta_, will not commit Idolatry. [4.] A Lusty young Man in _Somersetshire_, after he had been Married about four Months, grew very Lean and Feeble, so that he cou'd hardly crawl a long; He, one day, seeing a Butcher run over a Plough'd Field after a Mad Bull, ask'd him the reason of it. Why, says the Butcher it is to Tame him: O, says the Fellow, Let him be Married, let him be Married; if that don't Tame him, I'll be hang'd. The Scolding WIFE. To a pleasant New Tune. There was a young man for lucre of gain [87.] he lov'd a Widow well, His friends did tell him often and plain, in scolding she did excel. Why that is no matter, quoth he, so I may have her Bags of Gold, Let her not spare to Brawl and Scold, for I'll be as merry, as merry can be. This Woodcock wedded his hearts desire, a Widow with Money enough; They was not so soon out of the Quire, ee'r she began to snuff.[F. 139] Methink you be very fine, you can no quicker get you hence, Without such large and great expence, of Sugar'd Sops and Musick to dine. They was not all at supper set, or at the board sate down, E'er she began to brawl and scold, and call'd him a peaking Clown: That nothing could he doe that was pleasing in her sight, But still she scolded day and night, which made this merry man's heart full of woe. [Illustration] If he had provided any good cheer, for him and her alone, Then she wou'd a said, with words more hot, you might a done this of your own; If sparingly he will be, then she would have said, with words more hot, I will not be pinch'd of what I brought, but of mine own I will be free. That nothing he could doe, that was pleasing in his sight But still she scolded day and night, which made this merry man's heart full of woe. A hundred times he curst the Priest, the Clerk, the Sexton too. And tongue that did the Widow wooe and legs that brought him first.