Pupil. What? just by serving them with sprats and lentils?
Cook. Pshaw! this is play-work merely! If I get
All I require, and once fit up my kitchen,
You'll see the very thing take place again
That happen'd in the times of the old Sirens.
The smell will be so sweet, that not a man
Will have the power to walk right through this alley;
But every passer-by will stand directly
Close to my door, lock-jaw'd, and nail'd to it,
And speechless, till some friend of his run up,