Indeed your grandam's maids were wont to set a bowl of milk before him and
his cousin, Robin Goodfellow, for grinding of malt or mustard, and sweeping
the house at midnight; and you have also heard that he would chafe
exceedingly, if the maid or goodwife of the house, having compassion of his
nakedness, laid any clothes for him, besides his mess of white bread and
milk which was his standing fee. For in that case he saith: What have we
here? Hemton hamton[1], here will I never more tread nor stampen.