Au. None at all, indeed.
Ch. Then you are so much the worse.
Au. But perhaps I have had to do with French Women.
Ch. Will you have any of this Goose's Liver? This was look'd upon as a great Delicacy by the Ancients.
Au. I will refuse nothing that comes from your Hand.
Ch. You must not expect Roman Dainties.
Au. What are they?
Ch. Thistles, Cockles, Tortoises, Conger-Eels, Mushrooms, Truffles, etc.
Au. I had rather have a Turnip than any of them. You are liberal and bountiful, Christian.
Ch. No Body touches these Partridges nor the Pigeons, to-Morrow is a Fast-Day appointed by the Church; prepare against that Hunger; Ballast your Ship against the impending Storm. War is a coming, furnish your Belly with Provision.