After the carrier had set vp his horse, and dispatcht his lading, hee remembred his oath, and therefore bethought him how he might place these three maides: with that hee called to minde that the mistresse at the Eagle in Westminster had spoken diuers times to him for a seruant; he with his carriage passed ouer the fields to her house, where he found her sitting and drinking with a Spanish knight called sir James of Castile, doctor Skelton, and Will Sommers; told her how hee had brought vp to London three Lancashire lasses, and seeing she was oft desirous to haue a maid, now she should take her choyce which of them she would haue. Marry, quoth shee (being a very merry and a pleasant woman), carrier, thou commest in good time; for not onely I want a maid, but heere bee three gentlemen that shall giue me their opinions, which of them I shall haue. With that the maids were bidden come in, and she intreated them to giue their verdict. Streight as soone as they saw Long Meg, they began to smile; and doctor Skelton in his mad merry veine, blessing himselfe, began thus: _Domine, Domine, vnde hoc?_ What is she in the gray cassock? Me thinkes she is of a large length, Of a tall pitch, and a good strength, With strong armes and stiffe bones; This is a wench for the nones: Her lookes are bonny and blithe, She seemes neither lither nor lithe, But young of age, And of a merry visage, Neither beastly nor bowsie, Sleepy nor drowsie, But faire fac’d and of a good size; Therefore, hostesse, if you be wise, Once be ruled by me, Take this wench to thee; For this is plaine, Shee’l doe more worke than these twaine: I tell thee, hostesse, I doe not mocke; Take her in the gray cassocke.