Arch. And I hate pig.
Aim. Hold your prating, sirrah! do you know who you are? [Aside.
Bon. Please to bespeak something else; I have every thing in the house.
Aim. Have you any veal?
Bon. Veal, sir! we had a delicate loin of veal on Wednesday last.
Aim. Have you got any fish, or wild fowl?
Bon. As for fish, truly, sir, we are an inland town, and indifferently provided with fish, that's the truth on't; but then for wild fowl!—We have a delicate couple of rabbits.
Aim. Get me the rabbits fricasseed.
Bon. Fricasseed! Lard, sir, they'll eat much better smothered with onions.
Arch. Pshaw! Rot your onions.