I fear some lewd trick, yet I dare not speak on't.
Bar.
I have no dainties for ye Gentlemen,
Nor loads of meat, to make the room smell of 'em.
Only a dish to every man I have dedicated,
And if I have pleas'd his appetite.
Lop.
O, a Capon,
A Bird of grace, and be thy will, I honour it.
Die.