Delya. Then I pray you, sir, let mee have the best meate from the king of Englands table, and the best wine in all France, brought in by the veriest knave in all Spaine.[1070]
Sacr. Delya, I am glad to see you so pleasant.
Well, sit thee downe. 340
Spred, table, spred; meat, drinke & bred;
Ever may I have what I ever crave,
When I am spred, for[1071] meate for my black cock,
And meate for my red.
Enter a Frier with a chine of beefe and a pot of wine.
Sacr. Heere, Delya, will yee fall to? 345
Del. Is this the best meate in England?