Char. Can they set them again?
And. Yes, yes, in Broths and Puddings, and they grow stronger for the use of any man.
Char. What speaking's that? sure there's a Massacre.
And. Of Pigs and Geese, Sir, and Turkeys, for the spit. The Cooks are angry Sirs, and that makes up the medley.
Char. Do they thus at every Dinner? I ne're mark'd them yet, nor know who is a Cook.
And. They're sometimes sober, and then they beat as gently as a Tabor.
Char. What loads are these?
And. Meat, meat, Sir, for the Kitchen, and stinking Fowls the Tenants have sent in; they'll ne'r be found out at a general eating; and there's fat Venison, Sir.
Char. What's that?
And. Why Deer, those that men fatten for their private pleasures, and let their Tenants starve upon the Commons.