But a
clever man should talk of a good supper with little money.
JAC. A good supper with little money?
VAL. Yes.
JAC. (_to_ VALERE). Indeed, Mr. Steward, you will oblige me
greatly by telling me your secret, and also, if you like, by filling
my place as cook; for you keep on meddling here, and want to be
everything.
HAR. Hold your tongue. What shall we want?
JAC. Ask that of Mr. Steward, who will give you good cheer with little
money.
HAR. Do you hear? I am speaking to you, and expect you to answer me.
JAC. How many will there be at your table?
HAR. Eight or ten; but you must only reckon for eight. When there is
enough for eight, there is enough for ten.
VAL. That is evident.
JAC. Very well, then; you must have four tureens of soup and five side
dishes; soups, entrees....
HAR. What! do you mean to feed a whole town?
JAC. Roast....
HAR. (_clapping his hand on_ MASTER JACQUES' _mouth_). Ah!
Wretch! you are eating up all my substance.
JAC. Entremets....
HAR. (_again putting his hand on_ JACQUES' _mouth_). More
still?
VAL. (_to_ JACQUES). Do you mean to kill everybody? And has your
master invited people in order to destroy them with over-feeding? Go
and read a little the precepts of health, and ask the doctors if there
is anything so hurtful to man as excess in eating.
HAR. He is perfectly right.
VAL.
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