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Piece of Lamb in it, and putting it to my Brother’s Mouth, there, ſays he, ſwallow that, and you will know whether I had not Reaſon to boaſt of chis Diſh. My Brother thruſt out his Head, open’d his Mouth, and made as if he took the Piece of Lamb, and eat it with extream Pleaſure, I knew you would like it, ſays the Barmecide. There’s nothing in the World more fine, replies my Brother; your Table is a moſt delicious Thing. Come, bring the Ragoo preſently, I fancy you will like that as well as you did the Lamb; Well, how do you reliſh it, ſays the Barmecide? O! it’s wonderful, replies Schacabac; for here we taſte all at once, Amber, Cloves, Nutmeg, Ginger, Pepper, and the moſt odoriferous Herbs; and all theſe Taſtes are ſo well mix’d, that one does not hinder, but we may perceive the other. O how pleaſant is it! Honour this Ragoo, ſays the Barmecide, by eating heartily of it. Ho, Boy, cries he, bring us a new Ragoo. No, my Lord, and pleaſe you, replies my Brother, for indeed, I can eat no more.
Come, take away then, ſays the Barmecide, and bring the Fruit, He ſtay’d a Moment as it were to give Time for the Servants to carry away; after which, he ſays to my Brother, taſte theſe Almonds, they are freſh, new gather’d; both of them made as if they had peel’d the Almonds, and eat them; after this, the Barmecide invited my Brother to eat ſomething elſe. Look ye, ſays he, there’s all ſorts of Fruits, Cakes, dry Sweet-meats, and Conſerves, take what you like; then ſtretching out his Hand, as if he had reach’d my Brother ſomething, look ye, ſays he, there’s a Lozenge very good for Digeſtion. Schacabac made as if he eat it, and ſays, my Lord, there’s no want of Musk here, Theſe Lozenges, ſays the Barmecide, are made at my own Houſe, where there is nothing wanting to make every Thing good. He ſtill bid my Brother eat, and ſays to him, methinks you don’t eat, as if you had been ſo hungry as you ſaid, when you came in. My Lord, replies Schacabac, whoſe Jaws aked with moving, and having nothing to eat, I afſure you I am ſo full that I cannot eat one Bit more.
Well then, Friend, replies the Barmecide, We muſt drink now after we have eat ſo well. You drink Wine my Lord, replies my Brother, but I will drink none if you pleaſe; becauſe I am forbid it, You are too ſcrupulous,replies
