I pray her but to taste: yet she endures,
And saith, 'I thank thee, Zapel: tho’I eat not,
Thy skill is not misspent stretching the rack
That proves my constancy. I prithee, girl,
Set fresh and fresh before me.’Hearing this
I weep for pity: but she saith, 'Be sure
I shall not taste thy dishes, till one eat
Who is now denied.’
Sa.Doth she not speak his name?
Za. Rarely and reverently, as a name of God.