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A Song in the Play of Henry the Fourth.
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[ 26] 〈♫〉〈♫〉 I keep my Horse, I Keep my Whore I take no Rent, yet am not poor; I travel all the Land about. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and yet was born to ne're a foot: With Partridge plump, and Woodcock, fine, I often do at Midnight dine; 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and if my Whore be not in case, my Hostice's Daughter takes her place. The Maids sit up, and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 take their turns, if I stay long, the Tapster mourns; the Cook-maid has no mind to sin, tho' tempted 〈♫〉〈♫〉 by the Chamberlain: But if I knock, oh how they brustle! the Ostlers yawn, the Geldings justle; and 〈♫〉〈♫〉 if the Maid but sleep, oh how they curse her! and all this comes of, De╌li╌ver your Purse, Sir.