ACT V.
SCENE I.[528]
A room in the Palace.
Enter Bilioso and Passarello.
Bil. Fool, how dost thou like my calf in a long stocking?
Pass. An excellent calf, my lord.
Bil. This calf hath been a reveller this twenty year. When Monsieur Gundi lay here ambassador, I could have carried a lady up and down at arm’s end in a platter; and I can tell you, there were those at that time who, to try the strength of a man’s back and his arm, would be coistered.[529] I have measured calves with most of the palace, and they come nothing near me; besides, I think there be not many armours in the arsenal will fit me, especially for the headpiece. I’ll tell thee— 12
Pass. What, my lord?
Bil. I can eat stewed broth as it comes seething off the fire; or a custard as it comes reeking out of the oven; and I think there are not many lords can do it. A good pomander,[530] a little decayed in the scent; but six grains of musk, ground with rose-water, and tempered with a little civet, shall fetch her again presently.
Pass. O, ay, as a bawd with aqua-vitæ. 20