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Prologue.
You are welcome Gentlemen, and would our FeastWere so well season'd, to please every Guest;
Ingenuous appetites, I hope we shall,
And their examples may prevaile in all
(Our noble friends) who writ this, bid me say,
He had rather dresse, upon a Triumph day,
My Lord Mayers Feast, and make him Sawces too,
Sawce for each severall mouth, nay further go,
He had rather build up those invincible Pyes
And Castle Custards that afright all eyes,
Nay eat 'em all, and their Artillery,
Then dresse for such a curious company
One single dish; yet he has pleas'd ye too,
And you have confest he knew well what to do;
Be hungry as you were wont to be, and bring
Sharpe stomacks to the stories he shall sing,
And he dare yet, he saies, prepare a Table
Shall make you say well drest, and he well able.
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