Some say Metheglin[F. 174] beares the name, with Perry and sweet Sider, 'Twill bring the body out of frame, and reach the belly wider: Which to prevent I am content with Ale that's good and nappie, And when thereof I have enough, I thinke myselfe most happy. _I cannot go home &c_ All sorts of men when they do meet, both trade and occupation, With curtesie each other greet, and kinde humiliation: A good coale fire is their desire, whereby to sit and parly, They'le drinke their ale and tell a tale and go home in the morning early. _I cannot go home &c_ Your domineering swaggering blades, and Cavaliers that flashes, That throw the Jugs against the walls, and break in peeces glasses. When Bacchus round cannot be found, they will in merriment Drink ale and beere and cast of care, and sing with one consent. _I cannot go home &c_ Lawrence Price. Printed at London. [Footnote 171: For tune, see Appendix. _The Country Lass_ is identical with _Stingo_.] [Footnote 172: Hippocras, a compound of wine, sugar, and spice mixed and strained through a cloth.] [Footnote 173: Or raspis--raspberry wine.] [Footnote 174: A mixture of honey and water, boiled and fermented.] [52.] A notable yong Rogue, having plaid some notable knavish pranke, was for the offence to be whipt, and as hee was ready to be tied to the Cart, hee said to the Beadle that should whip him; Here is ten Shillings for thee, I pray thee use mee kindly, and deale not too cruelly with me: to whom the Beadle promised great curtesie; but being tied fast to the Cart, hee whipt him very severely. The fellow called unto him, and bad him remember his promise: What knave (quoth the Beadle) do'st prate and talke, and knowest not the Law. Afterward being released he bethought himselfe how he might be revenged on the Beadle, and seeing him stand in the Market, pickes a pocket, and puts the purse into the Beadles pocket, and goes to the fellow, from whom he had stolne the purse, saying, Friend, do you misse nothing? who presently cryed out, saying He had lost his purse. Yonder Beadle hath it (quoth hee) and you shall finde it in his pocket, I saw him take it. The man that had lost his purse goes unto the Beadle, and apprehended him, for his purse, who utterly denied he had it, neither knew of any such matter. But being found about him, he was condemned to die for it. The pick-pocket being imprisoned againe for some small fault desired he might be hangman that day, and it being granted: When the Beadle came to be hanged, Sirrah (quoth the pick pocket) do you remember how you whipt me the other day when I gave you ten shillings? I. (quoth the Beadle) I pray thee forgive me, I am now ready to dye. I. sirrah (quoth hee) thank me for it, for I pickt the purse and put it in your pocket. With that the Beadle began to cry aloud, saying, Hold, hold. What, knave, (quoth the pick pocket) do'st talke and