2362Irish. Be me tro Mester is poor Irisman, is want lud-

2363ging, is have no mony, is starve and cold, good Mester

2364give her some meat, is famise and tye.

2365Host. Faith fellow I have no lodging, but what I keep

2366for my Guesse: as for meat, thou shalt have as much as

2367there is, and if thou wilt lie in the barn, there's fair straw,

2368and room enough.

2369Irish. Is tank my Mester hertily.

2370Host. Ho, Robin.

2371Rob. Who calls?

2372Host. Shew this poor Irishman to the barn, go sirra.