Char. I've red of Deer, but yet I nere eat any.
And. There's a Fishmongers boy with Caviar Sir, Anchoves and Potargo, to make ye drink.
Cha. Sure these are modern, very modern meats,
For I understand 'm not. And. No more do's any man
From Caca merda or a substance worse,
Till they be greas'd with oyle, and rub'd with onions,
And then flung out of doors, they are rare Sallads.
Cha. And why is all this, prithee tell me Andrew!
Are there any Princes to dine here to day?
By this abundance sure there should be Princes;
I've read of entertainment for the gods
At half this charge, will not six dishes serve 'em?
I never had but one, and that a small one.
And. Your Brother's married this day, he's married, Your younger brother Eustace. Cha. What of that?
And. And all the friends about are bidden hither. There's not a dog that knowes the house but comes too.
Cha. Married? to whom? And. Why to a dainty Gentlewoman,
Young, sweet, and modest. Cha. Are there modest women?
How do they look? And. O you'ld blesse your self to see them.
He parts with's book, he nere did so before yet.
Cha. What do's my father for 'm? And. Gives all his Land, And makes your brother Heir. Cha. Must I have nothing?
And. Yes, you must study still, and he'l maintain you.
Cha. I am his eldest brother. And. True, you were so, But he has leapd ore your shoulders, Sir. Cha. 'Tis wel, He'l not inherit my understanding too?