Sec. Search. So thinks me too.—You, sirrah, what victuals have you about you?
Adam. Victuals! O horrible blasphemy! Hinder me not of my prayer, nor drive me not into a choler. Victuals! why, heardest thou not the sentence, "Thou shalt take no food, but fast and pray"?
Sec. Search. Truth, so it should be; but, methinks, I smell meat about thee.
Adam. About me, my friends! these words are actions in the case. About me! no, no, hang those gluttons that cannot fast and pray.
First Search. Well, for all your words, we must search you.
Adam. Search me! take heed what you do; my hose[129] are my castles, 'tis burglary if you break ope a slop; no officer must lift up an iron hatch; take heed, my slops are iron. [They search Adam.]
Sec. Search. O villain!—see how he hath gotten victuals, bread, beef, and beer, where the king commanded upon pain of death none should eat for so many days, no, not the sucking infant!
Adam. Alas, sir, this is nothing but a modicum non nocet ut medicus daret; why, sir, a bit to comfort my stomach.
First Search. Villain, thou shalt be hanged for it.
Adam. These are your words, "I shall be hanged for it"; but first answer me to this question, how many days have we to fast still?