Enter AMINADAB.

AMIN. Salvete, omnes! and good day
To all at once, as I may say;
First, Master Justice; next, Old Arthur,
That gives me pension by the quarter;
To my good mistress and the rest,
That are the founders of this feast;
In brief, I speak to omnes, all,
That to their meat intend to fall.

JUS.  Welcome, Sir Aminadab; O, my son
Hath profited exceeding well with you: 
Sit down, sit down, by Mistress Arthur’s leave.

    Enter YOUNG MASTER ARTHUR, YOUNG MASTER
    LUSAM, and MISTRESS MARY.

Y. ART.  Gentlemen, welcome all; whilst I deliver
Their private welcomes, wife, be it your charge
To give this gentlewoman entertainment.

MRS ART.  Husband, I will.  O, this is she usurps
The precious interest of my husband’s love;
Though, as I am a woman, I could well
Thrust such a lewd companion out of doors;
Yet, as I am a true, obedient, wife,
I’d kiss her feet to do my husband’s will. [Aside. 
You are entirely welcome, gentlewoman;
Indeed you are; pray, do not doubt of it.

MRS MA.  I thank you, Mistress Arthur; now, by my little honesty,
It much repents me to wrong so chaste a woman. [Aside.

Y. ART.  Gentles, put o’er your legs; first, Master Justice,
Here you shall sit.

JUS.  And here shall Mistress Mary sit by me.

Y. ART.  Pardon me, sir, she shall have my wife’s place.

MRS ART.  Indeed, you shall, for he will have it so.

MRS MA.  If you will needs; but I shall do you wrong
To take your place.

O. LUS.  Ay, by my faith, you should.

MRS ART.  That is no wrong, which we impute no wrong! 
I pray you, sit.

Y. ART.  Gentlemen all, I pray you, seat yourselves: 
What, Sir Aminadab, I know where your heart is.
          
                                             [Aside. 
AMIN.  Mum, not a word, pax vobis, peace: 
Come, gentles, I’ll be of this mess.

Y. ART.  So, who gives thanks?

AMIN.  Sir, that will I.

Y. ART.  I pray you to it by and by. 
Where’s Pipkin? 
Wait at the board; let Master Season’s man
Be had into the buttery; but first give him
A napkin and a trencher.  Well-said.  Hugh,
Wait at your master’s elbow:  now say grace.

AMIN. Gloria Deo, sirs, proface;
Attend me now, whilst I say grace. 
For bread and salt, for grapes and malt,
For flesh and fish, and every dish;
Mutton and beef, of all meats chief;
For cow-heels, chitterlings, tripes and souse,
And other meat that’s in the house;
For racks, for breasts, for legs, for loins,
For pies with raisins and with proins,
For fritters, pancakes, and for fries,
For ven’son pasties and minc’d pies;
Sheeps’-head and garlic, brawn and mustard,
Wafers, spic’d cakes, tart, and custard;
For capons, rabbits, pigs, and geese,
For apples, caraways, and cheese;
For all these and many mo: 
Benedicamus Domino!