All. What hast within, boy?
Draw. Cakes, creams, stewed prunes, olivets, tongues, tarts, and——
Cav. What else, you Jack-of-all-trades! Doth your mistress take us, you nitty-napry rascal, for her bordella's blouses?[166]
Bring us here pistachio nuts,
Strengthening oringo roots.
Quince, peach, and preserv'd apricock,
With the stones pendant to't.[167]
With such incentive and salacious cates,
As quicken hours, and sharpen appetite.
Draw. You shall, you shall, madam;—on my life, these be the ladies of the New Dress; they'll never be satisfied.
[Aside. Exit.
Cav. Let us imagine ourselves now to be planted in the Sparagus Garden, where if we want anything, it is our own fault. A fair alimony needs no pawn; it will discharge a tavern-bill at any time.
SCENE III.
Enter again the Vintress and Drawer with wine and fruit.