Hostess. Ye shall have any thing, and instantly
E'r you can lick your ears, Sir.
Bayl. Portly meat,
Bearing substantial stuff, and fit for hunger
I do beseech ye Hostess first, then some light garnish,
Two Pheasants in a dish, if ye have Leverits,
Rather for way of ornament, than appetite
They may be look'd upon, or Larks: for Fish,
As there is no great need, so I would not wish ye
To serve above four dishes, but those full ones;
Ye have no Cheese of Parma?
Bayl. The less will serve us, some ten pound.
Hostess. Alas Sir,
We have not halfe these dainties.
Bayl. Peace good Hostess,
And make us hope ye have.
Hostess. Ye shall have all Sir,
Bay. That may be got for money.
Enter Diego, the Host, and a Boy.
Host. Diego. Where's your Master?
Bring me your Master, Boy: I must have liquor
Fit for the Mermydons; no dashing now child
No conjurings by candle light, I know all;
Strike me the oldest Sack, a piece that carries
Point blank to this place boy, and batters; Hostess,
I kiss thy hands through which many a round reckoning
And things of moment have had motion.