One that was going to a wedding had a great occasion to untruss a
point; whereupon he went under a hedge, but the place not pleasing him,
he went under a haystack and then into a saw-pit, and afterwards into
a hog-stye, where he did his business. Now the other clowns that were
with him, asked him if he had done his task and days labour; Yes, quoth
he, I have shit three shillings in nine pences, go and fetch them they
are more than a day's labour will come to. So they went to the wedding
house, and when they came thither, they were making a reckoning for
the fidler, and every one gave what he listed. Oh, quoth one of them,
if you want money to make up the reckoning, here is one that can shite
three shillings in nine-pences. If he can, quoth the guests, let him
bring them hither in his mouth, for I fear they are of so soft a metal,
that they will melt in spite of his teeth. So after they had danced a
while, a fart was let; whereupon says one, this fart was full charged,
for it yielded a large vent; meaning his shirt.