LIT. Not I, on my sincerity, mother! she longed above three hours ere she would let me know it.--Who was it, Win? MRS. LIT. A profane black thing with a beard, John. PURE. O, resist it, Win-the-fight, it is the tempter, the wicked tempter, you may know it by the fleshly motion of pig; be strong against it, and its foul temptations, in these assaults, whereby it broacheth flesh and blood, as it were on the weaker side; and pray against its carnal provocations; good child, sweet child, pray. LIT. Good mother, I pray you, that she may eat some pig, and her belly full too; and do not you cast away your own child, and perhaps one of mine, with your tale of the tempter. How do you do, Win, are you not sick? MRS. LIT. Yes, a great deal, John, uh, uh! PURE. What shall we do? Call our zealous brother Busy hither, for his faithful fortification in this charge of the adversary. [_Exit Littlewit._] Child, my dear child, you shall eat pig; be comforted, my sweet child. MRS. LIT. Ay, but in the Fair, mother. PURE. I mean in the Fair, if it can be any way made or found lawful.-- _Re-enter LITTLEWIT._ Where is our brother Busy? will he not come? Look up, child. LIT. Presently, mother, as soon as he has cleansed his beard. I found him fast by the teeth in the cold turkey-pie in the cupboard, with a great white loaf on his left hand, and a glass of malmsey on his right. PURE. Slander not the brethren, wicked one. LIT. Here he is now, purified, mother. _Enter ZEAL-OF-THE-LAND BUSY._ PURE. O brother Busy! your help here, to edify and raise us up in a scruple: my daughter Win-the-fight is visited with a natural disease of women, called a longing to eat pig. LIT. Ay, sir, a Bartholomew pig; and in the Fair. PURE. And I would be satisfied from you, religiously-wise, whether a widow of the sanctified assembly, or a widow's daughter, may commit the act without offence to the weaker sisters. BUSY. Verily, for the disease of longing, it is a disease, a carnal disease, or appetite, incident to women; and as it is carnal and incident, it is natural, very natural: now pig, it is a meat, and a meat that is nourishing and may be longed for, and so consequently eaten; it may be eaten; very exceeding well eaten; but in the Fair, and as a Bartholomew pig, it cannot be eaten; for the very calling it a Bartholomew pig, and to eat it so, is a spice of idolatry, and you make the Fair no better than one of the high-places. This, I take it, is the state of the question: a high-place. LIT. Ay, but in state of necessity, place should give place, master Busy. I have a conceit left yet. PURE. Good brother Zeal-of-the-land, think to make it as lawful as you can. LIT. Yes, sir, and as soon as you can; for it must be, sir: you see the danger my little wife is in, sir. PURE. Truly, I do love my child dearly, and I would not have her miscarry, or hazard her firstfruits, if it might be otherwise.