Venison and Wine
A Gentleman dwelt two miles from a Market-towne, where (at a Taverne) hee caused some bottles of Wine to be fill'd to carry home, because he had invited some friends to his house to eate a Venison Pasty with him the next day: but his man and himselfe dranke so hard, that they forgot their Liquor, (I meane the Bottles.) The next day being come, and Dinner ready to be laid on the Table, they remembered the Wine; so the Gentleman commanded his man to take a Horse, (which was sadled in the Stable) and to ride for the Wine with all speed. Well, to Dinner they went, and the Serving-man to the Stable, the Pasty was opened, and to't they fell, and after an Houres time expecting the Wine, now sayd the Gentleman, methinks my man is riding hither in post, I heare the Horse dash; at which words the fellow entred: Hah well said, art thou come said the Master? we have stay'd long, and thou hast made but slow speed; a poxe on't said the Fellow, if I should bee hang'd I cannot finde the bridle.
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