Of all fishes but the tench take the wing of a partridge or the thigh of a nun.

Doth not he die like a good fellow that dies with a stiff catso?
Our prior loves exceedingly the white of a capon.

In that, said Gymnast, he doth not resemble the foxes; for of the capons, hens, and pullets which they carry away they never eat the white.

Why?
said the monk.

Because, said Gymnast, they have no cooks to dress them; and, if they be not competently made ready, they remain red and not white; the redness of meats being a token that they have not got enough of the fire, whether by boiling, roasting, or otherwise, except the shrimps, lobsters, crabs, and crayfishes, which are cardinalized with boiling.