Staines. I shall, sir. Please you, Sir Lionel?
Sir Lionel. Well, Master Bubble, we'll go in and taste of your bounty.
In the meantime, you must be of good cheer.
[Gentlemen and Gervase go out.
Bub. If grief take not away my stomach,
I will have good cheer, I warrant you. Sprinkle!
Sprin. Sir.
Bub. Had the women puddings to their dole?[172]
Sprin. Yes, sir.
Bub. And how did they take 'em?
Sprin. Why, with their hands. How should they take 'em?