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For hot drinks and delicate refection
Causeth fleshly insurrection:
Ye know it as well as I. [Man entereth.
Man. Troth! as ye say, I know it well.
Glut. What gentleman is this, can ye tell?
Bod. Lust. Wottest thou never?
Glut. No, by the bell!
I saw him never before.
Bod. Lust. Is it our master?
Glut. Nay, by the rood!
It is not he; wouldst thou make me wood?
Man. Yes, I am the same.
Glut. I cry you mercy! I see it well now;
Before, I knew you not, I make God avow!
In earnest nor in game.