Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Peter. Peter.
Peter. I.
Pet. Pet.
Pet. 'Tis burnt, and so is all the meate:
Pet. What dogges are these? Where is the rascall Cooke?
Pet. How durst you villaines bring it from the dresser
Pet. And serue it thus to me that loue it not?
Pet. There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all:
Pet. You heedlesse iolt‑heads, and vnmanner'd slaues.
Pet. What, do you grumble? Ile be with you straight.
Kate. Kate.
Kate. I pray you husband be not so disquiet,
Kate. The meate was well, if you were so contented.
Pet. I tell thee Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away,
Pet. And I expressely am forbid to touch it:
Pet. For it engenders choller, planteth anger,
Pet. And better 'twere that both of vs did fast,
Pet. Since of our selues, our selues are chollericke,
Pet. Then feede it with such ouer‑rosted flesh: