SEGASTO.
I pray you, sir, what news of the message I sent you about?
MOUSE.
I tell you, all the messes be on the table already. There wants not so much as a mess of mustard half an hour ago.
SEGASTO.
Come, sir, your mind is all upon your belly,
You have forgotten what I did bid you do.
MOUSE.
Faith, I know nothing, but you bade me go to breakfast.
SEGASTO.
Was that all?
MOUSE.
Faith, I have forgotten it, the very scent of the meat hath made me forget it quite.
SEGASTO.
You have forgotten the errand I bid you do?
MOUSE.
What arrant? an arrant knave, or an arrant whore?
SEGASTO.
Why, thou knave, did I not bid thee banish the shepherd, buzzard?
MOUSE.
O, the shepherd’s bastard.