The Inne. Chap. 17.
GOd saue you mine host. Welcome sir.
Shall I be lodged here for this night?
How many are you?
Harrie, my beast, Ronsin and I.
You shall be vsed well. Come in if you please, they shall draw off your boots and spurs by and by.
Hostler, I pray thee rub my horse well and giue him a bottle of hay and a pecke of oates.
I will looke to him well sir, doubt not of it.
Mine host when shall we sup? I haue a good stomacke.
When it shall please you sir. The supper is redie. Well let vs wash our hands.
Come come to table maisters.
Shall not we stay for the other?
Yes we will, as the Abbot stayeth for his monks, to wit, in eating as fast as he can.
Gentlemen eat if you please, drinke round, you are not merrie.
Make good cheare of that which you haue, it is fasting day to day, it is our Ladies euen, There are egges in the shell, butterd, poched, and fride. I must eat some flesh, for I loue not egges nor fish.
There is then a very good caponet.
Tis a very daintie meat.
True, vvhen the stomacke is in good disposition.
I am of opinion that a rosted capon, is better to be eaten then a raw legge of mutton.