text: --Uncle Sir Oliver! now that as it seemeth you have been taking a survey of the courtyard and its contents am I indiscreet in asking your worship whether I acted not prudently in keeping the _men-at-belly_ under the custody of the _men-at-arms_? This pestilence like unto one I remember to have read about in some poetry of Master Chapman's [15] began with the dogs and the mules and afterwards crope up into the breasts of men