CLOWN. Why, is it not past eleven o'clock?
SEGASTO. How then, sir?
CLOWN. I pray you, come away to dinner.
SEGASTO. I pray you, come hither.
CLOWN. Here's such a-do with you, will you never come?
SEGASTO. I pray you, sir, what news of the message I sent you about?
CLOWN. 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.
CLOWN. Faith, I know nothing, but you bad me go to breakfast.
SEGASTO. Was that all?