King: My old fathers ate their enough of wild
herbs and the like in the early time of the world.
I'm thinking that it is in my nature to require a
good share of nourishment as if to make up for the
hardships they went through.
Queen: What now have you within that pastry
wall?
King: It is but a little leveret pie.
Queen: (Poking with fork.) Leveret! What's
this in it? The thickness of a blanket of beef;
calves' sweetbreads; cocks' combs; balls mixed
with livers and with spice. You to so much as
taste of it, you'll be crippled and crappled with
the gout, and roaring out in your pain.
King: I tell you my generations have enough
done of fasting and for making little of the juicy
meats of the world.
Queen: And the waste of it! Goose eggs and
jellies.... That much would furnish out a dinner
for the whole of the King of Alban's Court.
King: Ah, I wouldn't wish to be using anything
at all, only for to gather strength for to steer
the business of the whole of the kingdom!
Queen: Have you enough ate now, my dear?
Are you satisfied?
King: I am not. I would wish for a little taste
of that saffron cake having in it raisins of the sun.
Queen: Saffron! Are you raving? You to
have within you any of the four-and-twenty sicknesses
of the race, it would throw it out in red
blisters on your skin.
King: Let me just taste one little slab of that
venison ham.