3652 This poison in a box, and swift he ran Into the nextë street, unto a man, And borrow’d of him largë bottles three; And in the two the poison poured he; The third he keptë clean for his own drink, For all the night he shope him 3653 for to swink 3654 In carrying off the gold out of that place. And when this riotoúr, with sorry grace, Had fill’d with wine his greatë bottles three, To his fellóws again repaired he.