Lor. I shall answer that better to the commonwealth than you can the getting up of the negro’s belly: the Moor [034] is with child by you, Launcelot.
035 Laun. It is much that the Moor should be more than [036] reason: but if she be less than an honest woman, she is indeed more than I took her for.
Lor. How every fool can play upon the word! I think the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence; and discourse 040 grow commendable in none only but parrots. Go in, sirrah; bid them prepare for dinner.
Laun. That is done, sir; they have all stomachs.
[043] Lor. Goodly Lord, what a wit-snapper are you! then bid them prepare dinner.
045 Laun. That is done too, sir; only ‘cover’ is the word.
Lor. Will you cover, then, sir?
Laun. Not so, sir, neither; I know my duty.
[048] Lor. Yet more quarrelling with occasion! Wilt thou show the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? I pray 050 thee, understand a plain man in his plain meaning: go to thy fellows; bid them cover the table, serve in the meat, and we will come in to dinner.
Laun. For the table, sir, it shall be served in; for the meat, sir, it shall be covered; for your coming in to dinner, 055 sir, why, let it be as humours and conceits shall govern. [Exit.