make an asse of your fathers man! Hen.

Rud. Ease in his paine quoth you, has good lucke if he feele ease in paine, I thinke, but wood any asse in the World ride downe such a Hill as High-gate is, in such a frost as this, and never light.

what the lustie lad of the Myter, that will binde beares, and ride his golden Asse to death but he will haue his will?