Host. I have a stomach too such as it is.
Would pose a right good pasty, I thank heaven for't.
Bayl. Cheese, that would break the teeth of a new handsaw,
I could endure now like an Oastrich, or salt beef,
That Cesar left in pickel.
Phil. Take no care,
We'll have meat for you, and enough: I'th' mean time
Keep you the horse way, lest the fellow miss us,
We'll meet ye at the end o'th' wood.
Host. Make haste then. [Ex. Host and Bayl.
Theo. My pretty Sir till your necessities
Be full supplied, so please you trust our friendships,
We must not part.
Leo. Ye have pull'd a charge upon ye,
Yet such a one as ever shall be thankful.
Phil. Ye have said enough, may I be bold to ask ye,
What Province you were bred in? and of what Parents?
Leo. Ye may Sir: I was born in Andaluzia,
My name Francisc[o], son to Don Henriques
De Cardinas.
Theo. Our noble neighbor.
Phil. Son to Don Henriques?
I know the Gentleman: and by your leave Sir,
I know he has no son.