Brevis oratio penetrat caelos et longa potatio evacuat scyphos.

Where is that written?
By my faith, said Ponocrates, I cannot tell, my pillicock, but thou art more worth than gold.

Therein, said the monk, I am like you; but, venite, apotemus.

Then made they ready store of carbonadoes, or rashers on the coals, and good fat soups, or brewis with sippets; and the monk drank what he pleased.

Some kept him company, and the rest did forbear, for their stomachs were not as yet opened.
Afterwards every man began to arm and befit himself for the field.