Servyse ffor the lovelyest lorde that levynge is on grownde,
Beste metes, and wurthyest wynes, loke that ȝe non spare;
Thow that a lytyl pynt xulde coste a mˡ. pownde,
Brynge alwey of the beste, for coste take ȝe no care,—
Anon that it be done.
Senescallus. My lorde, the tabyl is redy dyght;
Here is watyr, now wasche forth ryght!
Now blowe up mynstralle with alle ȝour myght!
The servyse comyth in sone.
Herodes. Now am I sett at mete,