Laza. Brief boy, brief, discourse the service of each several Table compendiously.
Boy. Here's a Bill of all Sir.
Laza. Give it me, a Bill of all the several services this day appointed for every Table in the Court,
I, this is it on which my hopes relye,
Within this paper all my joyes are clos'd:
Boy, open it, and read it with reverence.
Boy. For the Captain of the Guards Table, three chines of Beef, and two jo[l]ls of Sturgeon.
Laza. A portly service, but gross, gross, proceed to the Dukes own Table, dear boy, to the Dukes own Table.
Boy. For the Dukes own Table, the head of an Umbrana.
Laza. Is't possible? can Heaven be so propitious to the Duke?
Boy. Yes, I'll assure you Sir, 'tis possible, Heaven is so propitious to him.