GUS. Eat not too many of those apples, they be very flative[321].
OLF. Foh, beat out this dog here; foh, was it you, Appetitus?
AUD. In faith, it was most sweetly-winded, whosoever it was; the warble is very good, and the horn is excellent.
TAC. Put on, man, put on; keep your head warm, 'tis cold.
PHA. Ha, ha, ha, ha? 'st: Heuresis, stir not, sirrah.
APP. Shut the door, the pot runs over, sirrah. Cook, that will be a sweet pasty, if you nibble the venison so.
GUS. Say you so? is a marrow-pie the Helena of meats? give me't; if I play not Paris, hang me. Boy, a clean trencher.
APP. Serve up, serve up; this is a fat rabbit, would I might have the maidenhead of it: come, give me the fish there; who hath meddled with these maids, ha?
OLF. Fie, shut your snuffers closer for shame; 'tis the worst smell that can be.
TAC. O, the cramp, the cramp, the cramp: my leg, my leg!