PALAMON.
Stay, I’ll tell you
After a draught or two more.
ARCITE.
Spare it not; the Duke has more, coz. Eat now.
PALAMON.
Yes.
[Eats.]
ARCITE.
I am glad you have so good a stomach.
PALAMON.
I am gladder I have so good meat to ’t.
ARCITE.
Is’t not mad lodging,
Here in the wild woods, cousin?
PALAMON.
Yes, for them
That have wild consciences.
ARCITE.
How tastes your victuals?
Your hunger needs no sauce, I see.
PALAMON.
Not much.
But if it did, yours is too tart, sweet cousin.
What is this?