 | Iacob and Esau |  |
scæna quinta.
Abra.Abra.
How say ye? haue not I dispatched me quickely?
A straw for that wenche that doth not somwhat likely,
I haue brought here good herbes, & of them plenty
To make both broth and farcing, and that full deinty,
I trust to make such broth, that when all things are in,
God almighty selfe may wet his finger therein.
Here is time and percelie, spinache, and rosemary.
Endiue, suckorie, lacteux, violette, clary,
Liuerworte, marigolde, sorell, hartes tong, and sage:
Peniryal, purselane, buglosse and borage,
With many very good herbes mo than I do name.
But to tary here thus long, I am muche to blame.
For if Iacob should come, I not in readinesse:
I must of couenaunt be shent of our maistresse.
And I would not for twenty pounde I tell ye,
That any pointe of default should be found in me.
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