Anton. The Boare never came neare him.
Dam. The King's Physitians!
Cosmo. Runne for the King's Physitians.
Epi. Conduct us to him.
Anton. A fatall hunting when a King doth fall: All earthly pleasures are thus washt in gall.
[Exeunt.
(SCENE 2.)
Eugenius discovered sitting loaden with many Irons, a Lampe burning by him; then enter Clowne with a piece of browne bread and a Carret roote.
Eugen. Is this my Dyet?
Clown. Yes, marry is it; though it be not Dyet bread[156] 'tis bread, 'tis your dinner; and though this be not the roote of all mischiefe yet 'tis a Carret, and excellent good meate if you had powderd Beefe to it.