I pray you try it, masters .-- Here, Ned Scargill, mind your office, good fellow, and break me that deer.

And you, Paul Pimlot, exercise your craft on the venison pasty." And as trencher after trencher was rapidly filled by the two carvers, who demeaned themselves in their task like men acquainted with the powers of rustic appetite, the old steward addressed himself to the dames.
"What can I do for you, fair mistresses ?" he said.

"Here be sack possets, junkets and cream, for such as like them--French puffs and Italian puddings, right good, I warrant you, and especially admired by my honourable good lady.

Indeed, I am not sure she hath not lent a hand herself in their preparation.

Then here be fritters in the court fashion, made with curds of sack posset, eggs and ale, and seasoned with nutmeg and pepper.