_Cast._ It does not please my grace: where are the Marchpanes, The Custards double royal, and the subtilties? Why, what weak things are you to serve a Prince thus? Where be the delicates oth' earth and ayr? The hidden secrets of the Sea? am I a plow-man, You pop me up with porridge? hang the Cooks. _Fer._ O most Kingly: What a Majestick anger! _Cast._ Give me some wine. _Asca._ He cools agen now. _Cast._ Fool where are my Players? Let me have all in pomp; let 'em play some love matter, To make the Ladies itch, I'll be with you anon Ladies; You black eyes, I'll be with you. Give me some wine I say, And let me have a Masque of Cuckolds enter: Of mine own Cuckolds, And let them come in, peeping and rejoycing Just as I kiss their wives, and somewhat glorying. Some wine I say, then for an excellent night-piece, To shew my glory to my loves, and minions, I will have some great Castle burnt. _Vil._ Hark you brother: If that be to please these Ladies, ten to one The fire first takes upon your own, look to that; Then you may shew a night piece. _Cast._ Where's this wine? Why shall I choak? do ye long all to be tortur'd? _Doct._ Here Sir. _Cast._ Why, what is this? why Doctor. _Doct._ Wine and water Sir. 'Tis Soveraign for your heat, you must endure it. _Vil._ Most excellent to cool your night-piece Sir. _Doct._ You are of a high and cholerick complexion, And you must have allayes. _Cast._ Shall I have no sheere wine then? _Doct._ Not for a world: I tender your dear life Sir; And he is no faithful subject-- _Vil._ No, by no means: Of this you may drink, and never hang, nor quarter, Nor never whip the fool, this liquors merciful. _Cast._ I will sit down and eat then: Kings when th' are hungry, May eat I hope? _Doct._ Yes, but they eat discreetly. _Cast._ Come, tast this dish, and cut me liberally; I like sauce well. _Doct._ Fie 'tis too hot Sir: Too deeply season'd with the spice, away wi'th't, You must acquaint your stomach with those dyets Are temperately nourishing. _Cast._ But pray stay Doctor, And let me have my meat again. _Doct._ By no means: I have a charge concerns my life. _Cast._ No meat neither; Do Kings never eat Doctor? _Doct._ Very little Sir. And that too very choice. _Vil._ Your King never sleeps Brother, He must not sleep, his cares still keep him waking. Now he that eats and drinks much is a dormouse; The third part of a wafer is a weeks diet. _Cast._ Appoint me something then. _Doct._ There. _Cast._ This I feel good, But it melts too suddainly; yet, how, that gone too! Ye are not mad! I charge you. [_take away._ _Doct._ For your health Sir, A little quickens nature, much depresses.