Ner.Hoo! let us eat their gods.

They are much like pheasants.

Servt.’Tis a pheasant, Cæsar,

And stuffed with woodcock.

Petr.Cæsar, there’s one art

Has not been mentioned; though I think at table

It should not be passed o’er.

Ner.What art is that?

Petr. I shall contend it is the first of all.

Ner. Name it.