Twelfth Night: Or, King And Queen.

Now, now the mirth comes     With the cake full of plums,     Where bean's the king of the sport here;     Beside we must know,     The pea also     Must revel, as queen, in the court here.     Begin then to choose,     This night as ye use,     Who shall for the present delight here,     Be a king by the lot,     And who shall not     Be Twelfth-day queen for the night here.     Which known, let us make     Joy-sops with the cake;     And let not a man then be seen here,     Who unurg'd will not drink     To the base from the brink     A health to the king and the queen here.     Next crown the bowl full     With gentle lamb's wool:     Add sugar, nutmeg, and ginger,     With store of ale too;     And thus ye must do     To make the wassail a swinger.     Give then to the king     And queen wassailing:     And though with ale ye be whet here,     Yet part ye from hence,     As free from offence     As when ye innocent met here.