Which made them forward still to goe, although not prest, And going with good will, their fortunes were the best. Our English then in fight did forraine Foes subdue, And forst them all to flight, _when this old Cap was new_. God save our gracious King, and send him long to live, Lord, mischiefe on them bring, that will not their almes give. But seeke to rob the Poore, of that which is their due; This was not in time of yore, _when this old Cap was new_. M. P.[F. 169] FINIS. Printed for the Assignes of Thomas Symcocke. [Footnote 169: ? Martin Parker.] [77.] In the Country _Tarlton_ told his Hostesse he was a Conjurer. O, Sir (sayes she) I had pewter stolne off my shelf the other day, help me to it, and I will forgive you all the pots of Ale you owe mee, which is sixteene dozen. Sayes _Tarlton_, To morrow morning the Divell shall help you to it, or I will trounce him. Morning came, and the Hostesse and he met in a roome by themselves. _Tarlton_, to passe the time with exercise of his wit with circles and tricks, fals to coniure, having no more skill than a dogge. But see the iest, how contrarily it fell out: as he was calling out, _mons_, _pons_, _simul_ & _fons_, and such like, a Cat (unexpected) leapt from the gutter window, which sight so amazed _Tarlton_, that he skipt thence, & threw his Hostesse downe, so that he departed with his fellowes, and left her hip out of joynt, being then in the Surgeons hands, & not daring to tell how it came. [4.] One ask'd a Fellow if he would go into the Water with him: No, says he, I'll never go into the Water till I have learnt to Swim.