Host[ess]. It stinks Sir,
Past all hope that way.
Host. Run it o'r with Garlick,
And make a Roman dish on't.
Host[ess]. Pray ye be patient,
And get provision in; these are fine gentlemen,
And liberal gentlemen; they have unde quare
No mangey Muleters, nor pinching Posts,
That feed upon the parings of Musk-millions
And Radishes, as big and tough as Rafters:
Will ye be stirring in this business? here's your brother,
Mine old Host of Ossuna, as wise as you are,
That is, as knavish; if ye put a trick,
Take heed he do not find it.
Host. I'll be wagging.
Host[ess]. 'Tis for your own commodity: why wenches:
[Serv.] Anon forsooth. [within.
Hostess. Who makes a fire there? and who gets in water?
Let Oliver goe to the Justice, and beseech his Worship
We may have two spits going; and do you hear Druce,
Let him invite his Worship, and his Wives Worship,
To the left-Meat to morrow.
Enter Bayliff.
Bayl. Where's this Kitchen?