ABSTRACT
But how, so little mony on so sure a thing, A hundred pound: why I have layd as much Upon my dogge, in running at a Deere, She shall not come so farre for such a trifle, But will you lay five hundred markes with me, 20 And whose wife soonest comes when he doth call, And shewes her selfe most loving unto him, Let him injoye the wager I have laid, Now what say you? dare you adventure thus?
