Golding

So much the better; double meals are sweet In hungry times like these. A portly priest, A flesher, or a tapster; each were good; Now, for the glorious attitude of man. [GOLDING places himself in the wrestler’s first position. While they wrestle, the bird is put below a cap. AUBERY is thrown. The prize is mine! There, Aubery, thou liest Flat as a flounder on thy spacious back, Which might serve Thimble for a shaping-board. [Takes up the bird, squeezes it, and while retiring exclaims, ’Twill make a precious meal! [Exit GOLDING.

AUBERY (recovering.)

Marry, it will. I did intend it for another purpose; To stuff it for my Flora. Devil choke thee, No good will come of such begotten gear. [Exit AUBERY.