Pris. Harry Fox! Harry Fox!
Fox. Who calls?
Enter Prisoner.
Pris. Here's the bread-and-meat-man come.
Fox. Well, the bread-and-meat-man may stay a little.
Pris. Yes, indeed, Harry, the bread-and-meat-man may stay; but you know our stomachs cannot stay.
Enter Gatherscrap with the basket.
Fox. Indeed your stomach is always first up.
Pris. And therefore by right should be first served: I have a stomach like aqua fortis, it will eat anything; O father Gatherscrap, here are excellent bits in the basket.