iest that may come out of that sweatie forge of thine: but ply
'hem with all manner of shot, minion, saker, culvertine, or any thing what
thou wilt.
CARL.
I warrant thee, my deare case of petrionels, so I stand not in
dread of thee, but that thou'lt second me.
MACI.
Why, my good Germane tapster, I will.
CARL.
What, GEORGE. Lomtero, Lomtero, &c.
He dances.
GEOR.
Did you call, master CARLO?
CARL.
More nectar, GEORGE: Lomtero, &c.
GEOR.
Your meat's ready, sir, and your company were come.
CARL.
Is the loyne of porke enough?
GEOR.
I, sir, it is enough.
MACI.
Porke? heart, what dost thou with such a greasie dish? I thinke
thou dost varnish thy face with the fat on't, it lookes so like a glew-pot.
CARL.
True, my raw-bon'd-rogue, and if thou would'st farce thy
leane ribs with it too, they would not (like ragged lathes) rub out so ma∣ny
doublets as they doe: but thou know'st not a good dish, thou. O, it's
the only nourishing meat in the world. No maruaile though that saucie,
stubborne generation, the Iewes, were forbidden it: for what would they
ha' done, well pamper'd with fat porke, that durst murmure at their ma∣ker
out of garlicke, and onions. S'light, fed with it, the whorson strum∣mell,
patcht, goggle-ey'd Grumbledories, would ha' Gigantomachiz'd.
Well said, my sweet GEORGE, fill, fill.
GREX.
MIT.
This sauours too much of prophanation.
COR.
O, seruetur ad imum, qualis ab incepto processerit, & sibi conflet.
The necessite of his vaine compels a toleration: for, barre this, and dash
him out of humour, before his time.
CARL.
'Tis an Axiome in naturall philosophie, What comes neerest the
nature of that it feeds, conuerts quicker to nourisment, and doth sooner essentiate.
Now nothing in flesh, and entrailes, assimulates or resembles man more,
then a hog, or swine—
MACI.
True; and hee (to requite their courtesie) oftentimes d'offeth
his owne nature, and puts on theirs; as when hee becomes as churlish
as a hog, or as drunke as a sow: but to your conclusion.
CARL.
Mary, I say, nothing resembling man more then a swine, it fol∣lowes,
nothing can be more nourishing: for indeed (but that it abhorres
from our nice nature) if we fed one vpon another, we should shoot vp a
great deale faster, and thriue much better: I referre me to your vsurous
Cannibals, or such like: but since it is so contrary, porke, porke,
is your only feed.
MACI.
I take it, your deuill be of the same diet; he would ne're ha' de∣sir'd
to beene incorporated into swine else. O, here comes the melancho∣ly
messe: vpon 'hem CARLO, charge, charge.