A CATCH. (Nym, Pistol and Bardolph, with merry old…)

Nym, Pistol and Bardolph, with merry old Jack, One morning made sport for their pupil, prince Harry; When Falstaff cry'd out for a bumper of sack, To Quickly, his hostess, and bid her not tarry; Ah! hah! cry'd the prince, honest boy is it so! The wheels of your wit, must be oil'd as they go.