Sheep's kidneys is for supper, and the ale got bright from the tapping.

But why do you think ill of us?
We like not to be cursed so." "Nay, I think no ill," he said; "sheep's kidneys is good, uncommon good, if they do them without burning.

But I be so galled in the saddle ten days, and never a comely meal of it.

And when they hear 'King's service' cried, they give me the worst of everything.

All the way down from London, I had a rogue of a fellow in front of me, eating the fat of the land before me, and every one bowing down to him.