Fox. Will you hold your chaps farther? By and by, you'll drivel into the basket.
Pris. Perhaps it may do some good; for there may be a piece of powdered beef that wants watering.
Fox. Here, sir, here's your share.
Pris. Here's a bit indeed: what's this to a Gargantua stomach?
Fox. Thou art ever grumbling.
Pris. Zounds! it would make a dog grumble to want his victuals: I pray, give Spendall none; he came into the hole but yesternight.
Fox. What, do you refuse it?
Spend. I cannot eat, I thank you.
Pris. No, no, give it me, he's not yet seasoned for our company.
Fox. Divide it then amongst you.
[Exit Fox and Prisoner.