Jul. You will have the better stomach to your supper; in the mean time I'll feed you with delight.
Laz. 'Tis not so good upon an empty stomach: if it might be without the trouble of your house, I would eat?
Jul. Sir, we can have a Capon ready.
Laz. The day?
Jul. 'Tis Friday, Sir.
Laz. I do eat little flesh upon these days.
Jul. Come sweet, ye shall not think on meat; I'll drown it with a better appetite.
Laz. I feel it work more strangely, I must eat.
Jul. 'Tis now too late to send; I say ye shall not think on meat: if ye do, by this kiss I'll be angry.