Of Quintus almes

WHen Quintus walketh out into the street,
As soone as with some begger he doth meete,
Ere that poore soule to aske his almes hath leasure,
He first doth chafe and sweare beyond all measure,
And for the Beadle all about he sends,
To beare him to Bridewell, so he pretends.
The Begger quickly out of sight doth goe,
ull glad in heart he hath escaped so.
Then Quintus laughes, and thinks it is lesse charges,
To sweare an oath or two, then giue a larges.