I am Gluttony; my
parents are all dead, and the de-
vil a penny they have left
me but a small pension, and that
buys me thirty meals a day, and ten beavers: a small trifle
to
suffice nature. I come of a royal
pedigree, my father
was a gammon of
bacon, and my mother was a
Hogs-
head of claret
wine. My godfathers were these:
Peter-
Pickled-herring, and Martin Martlemasse-beef: But
my god-
mother, O she was an ancient gentlewoman.
Her name was
Margery
March-beer. Now,
Faustus, thou hast heard all my
progeny; wilt thou bid me to supper?
