ys, for the spit. The Cooks are
angry Sirs, and that makes up the medley.
_Char._ Do they thus at every Dinner? I ne're mark'd them yet, nor know
who is a Cook.
_And._ They're sometimes sober, and then they beat as gently as a Tabor.
_Char._ What loads are these?
_And._ Meat, meat, Sir, for the Kitchen, and stinking Fowls the Tenants
have sent in; they'll ne'r be found out at a general eating; and there's
fat Venison, Sir.
_Char._ What's that?
_And._ Why Deer, those that men fatten for their private pleasures, and
let their Tenants starve upon the Commons.
_Char._ I've read of Deer, but yet I ne'er eat any.
_And._ There's a Fishmongers Boy with Caviar, Sir, Anchoves, and Potargo,
to make ye drink.
_Char._ Sure these are modern, very modern meats, for I understand 'em
not.
_And._ No more does any man from Caca merda, or a substance worse, till
they be greas'd with Oyl, and rubb'd with Onions, and then flung out of
doors, they are rare Sallads.
_Char._ And why is all this, prethee tell me, _Andrew_? are there any
Princes to dine here to day? by this abundance sure there should be
Princes; I've read of entertainment for the gods at half this charge; will
not six Dishes serve 'em? I never had but one, and that a small one.
_And._Your Brother's marri'd this day; he's marri'd your younger Brother
_Eustace_.
_Char._ What of that?
_And._ And all the Friends about are bidden hither; there's not a Dog that
knows the house, but comes too.
_Char._ Marri'd! to whom?
_And._ Why to a dainty Gentlewoman, young, sweet, and modest.
_Char._ Are there modest women? how do they look?
_And._ O you'll bless yourself to see them. He parts with's Books, he
ne'er did so before yet.
_Char._ What does my Father for 'em?
_And._ Gives all his Land, and makes your Brother heir.
_Char._ Must I have nothing?
_And._ Yes, you must study still, and he'll maintain you.
_Char._ I am his eldest Brother.
_And._ True, you were so; but he has leap'd o'er your shoulders, Sir.
_Char._ 'Tis well; he'll not inherit my understanding too?
_And._ I think not; he'll scarce find Tenants to let it out to.
_Char._ Hark! hark!
_And._ The Coach that brings the fair Lady.
_Enter_ Lewis, Angellina, Ladies, Notary, &c.
_And._ Now you may see her.
_Char._ Sure this should be modest, but I do not truly know what women
make of it, _Andrew_; she has a face looks like a story, the story of the
Heavens looks ve
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