Man. Why? Because I have changed mine array?
Glut. For that cause, trow ye? nay, nay!
That is not the thing
That can deceive me, be ye sure.
But, I pray you, who hath had you in cure
Since my last departing?
Man. By my faith! a little season
I followed the counsel and diet of Reason.
Glut. There went the hare away!
His diet, quod a! it may be, verily:
For ye be haltered marvellously—
Altered, I would say.
Alas! the while had ye no meat
As long as ye were under his diet?
Man. Meat? yes, I had some,
Without it were on fasting days;
Then he withdrew my supper always
And gave me never a crumb.
Glut. No force, hardely; why would ye then
Favour him as ye did like a madman?
Ye look now as it were a ghost.
Had ye dwelt with him till this day
Ye had been pined even away,
As ye be now almost:
Your flesh is gone every deal—
A vengeance on the morsel
That is left thereon!
Bod. Lust. Now, talk of the remedy.
Glut. Marry! now must he eat and drink fast;
Other remedy is there none.
Bod. Lust. Yea, but where is the meat? now let us see!
Glut. Ye are passing hasty, benedicite!
First must ye go
Whereas provision thereof is made;
Let us go thither and it shall be had.
Man. But what is the mistress of the inn?
A wedded woman or a virgin?