Gard his brest; no, nor defend a thrust. Art not asham’d
Thus to disgrace that noble exercise?
Mis. Oh: Hold, hold; I yeeld, I yeeld.
Atl. Has our Countrie meats fed you so high,
You needs must haue a stale for your base lust?
I’le satiate your sences ere I haue done:
And so much for your feeling: For your taste,
You haue had sufficient in your sweet-meats, Sir:
Your drinke too was perfum’d to please your smell.
Mis. I, but I haue had but sowre sauce to vm.