Pal. Yes.
Arc. [I am] glad you have so good a stomach.
Pal. [I am] gladder I have so good meat to't.
Arc. Is't not mad lodging here in the wild woods Cosen?
Pal. Yes, for them that have wild Consciences.
Arc. How tasts your victuals? your hunger needs no sawce I see.
Pal. Not much.
But if it did, yours is too tart: sweet Cosen: what is this?
Arc. Venison.
Pal. 'Tis a lusty meat:
Give me more wine; here Arcite to the wenches
We have known in our daies. The Lord Stewards daughter.
Doe you remember her?
Arc. After you Cuz.