Miles. Salvete, omnes reges, that govern your greges,[1441] 205
In Saxonie and Spaine, in England and in Almaine!
For all this frolicke rable must I cover the[1442] table
With trenchers, salt, and cloth; and then looke for your broth.
Emperour. What pleasant fellow is this?
Henrie. Tis, my lord, Doctor Bacons poore scholler. 210
Miles [aside]. My maister hath made me sewer[1443] of these great lords; and, God knowes, I am as serviceable at a table as a sow is under an apple-tree: tis no matter; their cheere shall not be great, and therefore what skils where the salt stand, before or behinde?
[Exit.]
Castile. These schollers knowes more skill in actiomes, 215
How to use quips and sleights of sophistrie,