Oh thou goddess of Plenty Fill me this day with some rare delicates And I will every year most constantly, As this day celebrate a sumptuous Feast, If thou wilt send me victuals in thine honor; And to it shall be bidden for thy sake, Even all the valiant stomachs in the Court: All short-cloak'd Knights, and all cross-garter'd Gentlemen; All pump and pantofle, foot-cloth riders; With all the swarming generation Of long stocks, short pain'd hose, and huge stuff'd doublets: All these shall eat, and which is more than yet Hath e'er been seen, they shall be satisfied. I wonder my Ambassador returns not! _Enter Boy._ _Boy._ Here I am Master. _Laza._ And welcome: Never did that sweet Virgin in her smock, Fair-cheek'd _Andromeda_, when to the rock Her Ivorie limbs were chain'd, and straight before A huge Sea-monster, tumbling to the shore, To have devour'd her, with more longing sight Expect the coming of some hardy Knight, That might have quell'd his pride, and set her free, Than I with longing sight have look'd for thee. _Boy._ Your _Perseus_ is come Master, that will destroy him, The very comfort of whose presence shuts The monster hunger from your yelping guts. _Laza._ Brief boy, brief, discourse the service of each several Table compendiously. _Boy._ Here's a Bill of all Sir. _Laza._ Give it me, a Bill of all the several services this day appointed for every Table in the Court, I, this is it on which my hopes relye, Within this paper all my joyes are clos'd: Boy, open it, and read it with reverence. _Boy._ For the Captain of the Guards Table, three chines of Beef, and two jo[l]ls of Sturgeon. _Laza._ A portly service, but gross, gross, proceed to the Dukes own Table, dear boy, to the Dukes own Table. _Boy._ For the Dukes own Table, the head of an _Umbrana_. _Laza._ Is't possible? can Heaven be so propitious to the Duke? _Boy._ Yes, I'll assure you Sir, 'tis possible, Heaven is so propitious to him. _Laza._ Why then he is the richest Prince alive: He were the wealthiest Monarch in all _Europe_, Had he no other Territories, Dominions, Provinces, Seats, No[r] Palaces, but only that _Umbrana_'s head. _Boy._ 'Tis very fresh and sweet, Sir, the fish was taken but this night, and the head, as a rare novelty, appointed by special commandement for the Dukes own Table, this dinner. _Laza._ If poor unworthy I may come to eat Of this most sacred dish, I here do vow (If that blind Huswife, Fortune will bestow But means on me) to keep a sumptuous house,