This Maid she made no more ado, But to a Justice went; And unto him she made her moan, Who did her Case lament: She said she had a Cellar Let out, To a Vintner in the Town; And how that he did then agree Five Pound to pay her down. But now, quoth she, the Case is thus, No Rent that he will pay; Therefore your Worship I beseech, To send for him this Day: Then strait the Justice for him sent, And asked the Reason why; That he would pay this Maid no Rent? To which he did Reply, Although I hired a Cellar of her, And the Possession was mine? I ne'er put any thing into it, But one poor Pipe of Wine: Therefore my Bargain it was hard, As you may plainly see; I from my Freedom was Debarr'd, Then good Sir favour me. This Fair Maid being ripe of Wit, She strait Reply'd again; There were two Butts more at the Door, Why did you not roul them in? You had your Freedom and your Will, As is to you well known; Therefore I do desire still, For to receive my own. The Justice hearing of their Case, Did then give Order strait; That he the Money should pay down, She should no longer wait: Withal he told the Vintner plain If he a Tennant be; He must expect to pay the same, For he could not sit Rent-free. But when the Money she had got, She put it in her Purse: And clapt her Hand on the Cellar Door, And said it was never the worse: Which caused the People all to Laugh, To see this Vintner Fine: Out-witted by a Country Girl, About his Pipe of Wine. _The most Famous_ BALLAD _Of King_ HENRY _the 5th; his Victory over the_ French _at_ Agencourt. [Music] A Councel grave our King did hold, With many a Lord and Knight: That he might truly understand, That _France_ did hold his Right. Unto the King of _France_ therefore, Embassadors he sent; That he might truly understand, His Mind and whole Intent. Desiring him in friendly sort, His lawful Right to yield; Or else he swore by dint of Sword, To win it in the Field. The King of _France_ with all his Lords, Did hear this Message plain; And to our brave Embassador, Did answer with Disdain. And said our King was yet too young, And of but tender Age; Therefore they pass not for his Threats, Nor fear not his Courage. His Knowledge yet in Feats of Arms, As yet is very small; His tender Joints more fitter are, To toss a Tennis-ball. A Tun of Tennis-balls therefore, In Pride and great Disdain; He sent unto this Royal King, To recompence his Pain. Which Answer when our King did hear, He waxed wroth in Heart; And swore he would provide such Balls, Should make all _France_ to smart. An Army then our King did hold, Which was both good and strong; And from _Southampton_ is our King, With all his Navy gone. In _France_ he landed safe and sound, Both he and all his Train; And to the Town of _Husle_ then He marched up amain.