28 When hee was gone away, thus can the miller say; Heere comes expences and charges indeed! Now must wee needs be braue, tho wee spend all wee haue; For of new garments wee haue great need. Of horsses and serving-men wee must haue store, W_i_th bridles and sadles and twentye things more. 29 ‘Tushe, S_i_r Iohn,’ q_uo_th his wiffe, ‘neither doe frett nor frowne, You shall bee att noe more charges for mee; For I will turne and trim vp my old russett gowne, W_i_th eu_er_ye thing else as fine as may bee; And on our mill-horsses full swift wee will ryd, W_i_th pillowes and pannells as wee shall p_ro_vyde.’ 30 In this most statelye sort thé rod vnto the court, Their lusty sonne Rich_ard_ formost of all, Who sett vp by good hap a cockes fether in his cappe; And soe thé ietted downe towards the k_ing_s hall, The merry old miller w_i_th his hands on his side, His wiffe like Maid Marryan did mince at _tha_t tyde. 31 The k_ing_ and his nobles, _tha_t hard of their coming, Meeting this gallant k_nigh_t w_i_th this braue traine, ‘Welcome, S_i_r K_nigh_t,’ q_uo_th hee,’ w_i_th this yo_u_r gay lady! Good S_i_r Iohn Cockle, once welcome againe! And soe is this squier of courage soe free.’ Q_uo_th Dicke, A botts on you! doe you know me? 32 Q_uo_th our k_ing_ gentlye, How shall I forgett thee? Thou wast my owne bed-fellow; well _tha_t I wot.’ ‘But I doe thinke on a tricke,’--‘Tell me, pray thee, Dicke!’ ‘How w_i_th farting we made the bed hott.’ ‘Thou horson [un]happy knaue,’ the[n] q_uo_th the k_nigh_t, ‘Speake cleanly to our [king,] or else goe shite!’ 33 The king and his councellors hartilye laugh at this, While the k_ing_ tooke them by the hand. W_i_th ladyes and their maids, like to the q_ueene_ of spades The millers wiffe did most orderlye stand, A milkemaids curtesye at eu_er_ye word; And downe these folkes were set to the bord. 34 Where the k_ing_ royally, w_i_th princely maiestye, Sate at his dinner w_i_th ioy and delight; When he had eaten well, to jesting then hee fell, Taking a bowle of wine, dranke to the k_nigh_t. ‘Heere’s to you both!’ he sayd, ‘in ale, wine, and beere, Thanking you hartilye for all my good cheere.’ 35 Q_uo_th S_i_r Iohn Cockle, I’le pledge you a pottle, Were it the best ale in Nottingam-shire. ‘But then,’ said our k_ing_, ‘I thinke on a thinge; Some of yo_u_r lightfoote I wold we had heere.’ ‘Ho, ho!’ q_uo_th Rich_ard_, ‘full well I may say it; It’s knauerye to eate it and then to bewray it.’