Hostess. Even at the next door Signior: what old Don?
We meet but seldom.
Bayl. Prethee be patient Hostess,
And tell me where the meat is.
Host[ess]. Faith Master Baylie,
How have ye done? and how man?
Bayl. Good sweet Hostess,
What shall we have to dinner?
Hostess. How does your woman,
And a fine Woman she is, and a good Woman;
Lord, how you bear your years!
Bayl. Is't Veal or Mutton,
Beef, Bacon, Pork, Kid, Pheasant, or all these,
And are they ready all?
Host[ess]. The hours that have been
Between us two, the merry hours: Lord!
Bayl. Hostess,
Dear Hostess do but hear; I am hungry.
Hostess. Ye are merrily dispos'd Sir.
Bayl. Monstrous hungry,
And hungry after much meat, I have brought hither
Right worshipful to pay the reckoning,
Money enough too with 'em, desire enough
To have the best meat, and of that enough too:
Come to the point sweet wench, and so I kiss thee.