Cast. Shall I have no sheere wine then?
Doct. Not for a world: I tender your dear life Sir;
And he is no faithful subject—
Vil. No, by no means:
Of this you may drink, and never hang, nor quarter,
Nor never whip the fool, this liquors merciful.
Cast. I will sit down and eat then: Kings when th' are hungry,
May eat I hope?
Doct. Yes, but they eat discreetly.
Cast. Come, tast this dish, and cut me liberally;
I like sauce well.
Doct. Fie 'tis too hot Sir:
Too deeply season'd with the spice, away wi'th't,
You must acquaint your stomach with those dyets
Are temperately nourishing.
Cast. But pray stay Doctor,
And let me have my meat again.
Doct. By no means:
I have a charge concerns my life.
Cast. No meat neither;
Do Kings never eat Doctor?