2nd Sear. Troth, so it should be; but, methinks, I smell meat about thee.
Adam. About me, my friends? these words are actions in the case. About me? no! no! hang those gluttons that cannot fast and pray.
1st Sear. Well, for all your words we must search you.
Adam. Search me? take heed what you do! my hose are my castles; 'tis burglary if you break ope a slop; no officer must lift up an iron hatch; take heed, my slops are iron.
2nd Sear. O, villain! See how he hath gotten victuals—bread, beef and beer, where the king commanded upon pain of death none should eat for so many days, not the sucking infant.
Adam. Alas! Sir, this is nothing but a modicum non nocet ut medicus daret; why, Sir, a bit to comfort my stomach.
1st Sear. Villain! thou shalt be hanged for it.
Adam. These are your words, I shall be hanged for it; but first answer me this question, how many days have we to fast still?
2nd Sear. Five days.
Adam. Five days! a long time; then I must be hanged.