liquorish appetite, long to see what is prepared for them. And
I beleeve that although the Kings Cook had drest it, yet there will be
one or another of them that will be discommending something, and brag
that she could have made it much delicater, if there be then any one
that seems not fully to beleeve her, immediately she cites two or
three Ladies for her witnesses, who have given her the greatest praise
and commendations for her dressing of such dishes above all others.
And who can have better judgement than they? This is then a discourse
for at least three hours, for they are all of them so well verst in
the Kitchin affairs, that its hard for one to get a turn to speak
before the other.

But this is an extraordinary Pleasure for this new Father to hear out
of all their prittle pratlings how sweetly they will commend the Quill
that hath received all the Colchester Oisters, Cox-combs, Sweetbreads,
Lam-stones, and many other such like things, for they have found by
experience that such sort of ingredients occasion very much the
kindness of men to their wives. Yes, yes, saies M^{rs}. _Luxury_ it is
very good for my husband, and not amiss for any pallate neither, and
I'm sure the better I feed my Pig, the better it is for me in the
soucing out. And this discourse then is held up with such an
earnestness, and continues so long, that the Child-bed woman almost
gets an Ague with it, or at the least falls from one swooning into
another, whilest there is not so much as any one that thinks upon her.

Happy is the good man, if he can but act the part of a Ninny, and hath
busied himself for the most part in the Kitchin; then he may be now
and then admitted to cast in his verdict; otherwise, let them talk as
long as they will, he is forced in great misery to afford them
audience. But it is much better for him, if, according as the occasion
gives opportunity, there be now and then spoken something concerning
the Child-bed woman, or about the shaking of the sheets, which is
seldom forgotten; because he is now already so far advanced in the
Cony-craft of that School, that he is gotten up to the Water Bucket.

In the mean while Peg runs too and again, almost like one out of her
sences, to hunt for the Nurse, who dwels in a little street upon a
back-Chamber, or in an Ally, or some other by-place; and she is just
now no where else to be found but at t'other end of the City, there
keeping another Gentle woman in Child-bed.

Here is