Said Jocelyn: "I'll sing when I have fed!"
"And then," quoth Pertinax, "we will to bed!"
"And wilt thou so?" the surly host replied;
"No beds for likes o' ye do I provide.
An' ye will sleep, knave, to the stable go,
The straw is good enough for ye, I trow."

"Ha!" roared Sir Pertinax. "A stable? Straw?
This to me, thou filthy clapper-claw,
Thou fly-blown cod's-head, thou pestiferous thing!"
And, roaring, on the brawny host did spring;

By his large ears Sir Pertinax did take him,
And to and fro, and up and down, did shake him;
He shook him quick and slow, from side to side,
While loud for aid the shaken landlord cried.
Whereat the vicious crowd, in sudden wrath,
Shouted and cursed and plucked their daggers forth.
But, ere to harm our bold Knight they were able,
Duke Joc'lyn lightly sprang on massy table;
Cock's-comb a-flaunt and silver bells a-ring,
He laughing stood and gaily plucked lute-string,
And cut an antic with such merry grace
That angry shouts to laughter loud gave place.

Thereafter he sang as followeth:

"Bold bawcocks, brave, bibulous, babbling boys,
Tall tosspots, come, temper this tumult and noise;
So shall I sing sweetly such songs as shall sure