Shad. Covetousness and lechery are two devils, they’ll tempt a man to wade through deep matters: I’ll do’t though good cheer conspire my death, for speaking treason against her.
Andel. Fall to it then with a full mouth.
Shad. Oh famine, inspire me with thy miserable reasons.
I begin, master.
Amp. O miserable invocation.
Andel. Silence!
Shad. There’s no man but loves one of these three beasts, a horse, a hound, or a whore; the horse by his goodwill has his head ever in the manger; the whore with your ill will has her hand ever in your purse; and a hungry dog eats dirty puddings.
Andel. This is profound, forward: the conclusion of this now.
Shad. The conclusion is plain: for since all men love one of these three monsters, being such terrible eaters, therefore all men love hunger.
Amp. A very lean argument.