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Rh And what may that be?

My stomach!

So have I, 'faith!

It must be in your way!

Nay, I am all the taller.

My stomach's hollow.

'Faith 'twill make a fine drum to sound the assault.

I have a ringing in my ears.

No, no, 'tis false; a hungry stomach has no ears.

Oh to eat something something oily!

Behold your salad!

What, in God's name, can we devour?