Cla. Cramb'd full of itching Oysters.
Pen. Will ye have the Dutchess?
Cla. And Lobsters big as Gauntlets,
Thou shalt despise base Beef.
Pen. I do despise it,
And now methinks I feel a Tart come sliding.
Cla. Leaping into thy mouth: but first deal faithfully.
Pen. When will ye come?
Cla. To morrow.
Pen. I'll attend ye,
For then my Master will be out in business.
Cla. What news abroad?
Pen. 'Mas, as I was coming to you,
I heard that Signior Silvio, a good Gentleman,
Many a good meal I have eaten wit[h] him—