Jonson:
Oh, foul jest!
Chettle:
“But as I shall come late will sweet Mistress Tagge prepare me a mouthful of supper—any little thing’ll do—a snack just to provoke appetite, for indeed I’m far from strong.
Jonson:
Oh, mountainous weakling! Tun of lard!
Fletcher:
Now for the snack, boys! Listen.
Chettle:
Ay, a snack, you pizzle; a snack for a man. [Reads.] “Say a slice of calver’d salmon at first or a pickled lamprey and——