(_Enter Adam solus, with a bottle of beer in one slop (trouser) and a great piece of beef in the other._) _Adam._ Well, goodman Jonas, I would you had never come from Jewry to this country; you have made me look like a lean rib of roast beef, or like the picture of Lent, painted upon a red-herring's cob. Alas! masters, we are commanded by the proclamation to fast and pray! By my troth, I could prettily so, so away with praying, but for fasting, why 'tis so contrary to my nature, that I had rather suffer a short hanging than a long fasting. Mark me, the words be these: thou shalt take no manner of food for so many days. I had as lief he should have said, thou shalt hang thyself for so many days. And yet, in faith, I need not find fault with the proclamation, for I have a buttery and a pantry and a kitchen about me; for proof, _ecce signum_! This right slop is my pantry, behold a manchet; this place is my kitchen, for lo! a piece of beef. O! let me repeat that sweet word again!--for lo! a piece of beef. This is my buttery, for see, see, my friends, to my great joy a bottle of beer. Thus, alas! I make shift to wear out this fasting; I drive away the time. But there go searchers about to seek if any man breaks the king's command. O, here they be; in with your victuals, Adam. (_Enter two Searchers._) _1st Searcher._ How duly the men of Nineveh keep the proclamation! how they are armed to repentance! We have searched through the whole city, and have not as yet found one that breaks the fast. _2nd Sear._ The sign of the more grace; but stay, there sits one, methinks at his prayers; let us see who it is. _1st Sear._ 'Tis Adam, the smith's man. How, now, Adam? _Adam._ Trouble me not; thou shalt take no manner of food, but fast and pray. _1st Sear._ How devoutly he sits at his orisons! But stay, methinks I feel a smell of some meat or bread about him. _2nd Sear._ So thinks me too. You, Sirrah, what victuals have you about you? _Adam._ Victuals! O horrible blasphemy! Hinder me not of my prayer, nor drive me not into a choler. Victuals? why heardest thou not the sentence, thou shalt take no food, but fast and pray? _2nd Sear._ Troth, so it should be; but, methinks, I smell meat about thee. _Adam._ About me, my friends? these words are actions in the case. About me? no! no! hang those gluttons that cannot fast and pray. _1st Sear._ Well, for all your words we must search you. _Adam._ Search me? take heed what you do! my hose are my castles; 'tis burglary if you break ope a slop; no officer must lift up an iron hatch; take heed, my slops are iron.