To “turne a crab” is to roast a wild apple in the fire in order to throw it hissing hot into a bowl of nutbrown ale, into which had been put a toast with some spice and sugar.  Puck describes one of his wanton pranks: 

        “And sometimes I lurk in a gossip’s bowl,
        In very likeness of a roasted crab,
        And when she drinks against her lips I bob:” 

I love no roast, says John Still, in “Gammer Gurton’s Needle,”

        “I love no rost, but a nut-browne torte,
        And a crab layde in the fyre;
        A lytle bread shall do me stead,
        Much bread I not desire.”

In the bibulous days of Shakespeare, the peg tankard, a species of wassail or wish-health bowl, was still in use.  Introduced to restrain intemperance, it became a cause of it, as every drinker was obliged to drink down to the peg.  We get our expression of taking a man “a peg lower,” or taking him “down a peg,” from this custom.

In these details I am not attempting any complete picture of the rural life at this time, but rather indicating by illustrations the sort of study which illuminates its literature.  We find, indeed, if we go below the surface of manners, sober, discreet, and sweet domestic life, and an appreciation of the virtues.  Of the English housewife, says Gervase Markham, was not only expected sanctity and holiness of life, but “great modesty and temperance, as well outwardly as inwardly.  She must be of chaste thoughts, stout courage, patient, untired, watchful, diligent, witty, pleasant, constant in friendship, full of good neighborhood, wise in discourse, but not frequent therein, sharp and quick of speech, but not bitter or talkative, secret in her affairs, comportable in her counsels, and generally skillful in the worthy knowledges which do belong to her vocation.”  This was the mistress of the hospitable house of the country knight, whose chief traits were loyalty to church and state, a love of festivity, and an ardent attachment to field sports.  His well-educated daughter is charmingly described in an exquisite poem by Drayton: 

He had, as antique stories tell,

       He had, as antique stories tell,
       A daughter cleaped Dawsabel,
       A maiden fair and free;
       And for she was her father’s heir,
       Full well she ycond the leir
       Of mickle courtesy.

       “The silk well couth she twist and twine,
       And make the fine march-pine,
       And with the needle work: 
       And she couth help the priest to say
       His matins on a holy day,
       And sing a psalm in Kirk.

       “She wore a frock of frolic green
       Might well become a maiden queen,
       Which seemly was to see;
       A hood to that so neat and fine,
       In color like the columbine,
       Ywrought full featously.