was the winning gave me joy. But Ilove music; my soul longeth forit. 1 suck sweet melancholyfrom a song as thou suckesta dull brain from thy pota-tions. Sir T. Sirrah, thou abusestthy privilege. I care not forale, nor is my brain befogged.Jester. Then, speaking of sil-ver, canst thou tell me why… … A SIXTEENTH-CENTURY CHRISTMAS 151 Jester. Nimcle, where hadst thou this fine ale ? Sir T. Of Master Davenant at the Crown Inn,sirrah. Jester. Of Master Davenant! Then why is theCrown Inn like Jacobs Well f Sir T. I know not that, either. Jester. Because, hark ye, he brews drinJ{ there. Sir T. Go…
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