RAGAN. A poor man of yours, sir, that doth his dinner lack.
ESAU. Dinner, whoreson knave? dinner at this time a' day?
Nothing with thee but dinner and munching alway.
Why, thy whoreson villain slave, who is hungry now?
RAGAN. Indeed, sir (as seemeth by your words) not you.
ESAU. A man were better fill the bellies of some twelfe,
Than to fill the gut of one such whoreson elf;
That doth none other good but eat, and drink, and sleep.
RAGAN. He shall do something else, whom ye shall have to keep. [Aside.
ESAU. And that maketh thee so slothful and so lither,
I dare say he was six hours coming hither,
When I sent him to make provision afore,
Not passing a mile hence or very little more.
And yet being so far pass'd the hour of dining,
See, and the knave be not for his dinner whining!
Fast a while, fast with a mischief, greedy slave,
Must I provide meat for every glutton knave?
RAGAN. I may fast, for any meat that of you I have. [Aside.
ESAU. Or deserve thy dinner, before thou do't crave.
RAGAN. If I have not deserved it at this season,
I shall never deserve it in mine own reason.
Ye promised I should eat, till I cried ho.
ESAU. Yea, that was, if we took either hare, teg, or doe.