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1595, George Peele, The Old Wives’ Tale, The Malone Society Reprints, 1908, lines 82-85, Well Masters if you will eate nothing take away: Come, what doo we to passe away the time? Lay a crab in the fi

Their corne they rost in the eare greene, and bruising it in a morter of wood with a Polt, lappe it in rowles in the leaves of their corne, and so boyle it for a daintie.

[…] and care must be had to rost him so leasurely, that he neither burn, nor continue raw: for when the skin seems crup, it is a sign all is rosted, and the Polenta is taken away.

I love no roſt, but a nut-brown toſte, and a crab layde in the fyre, / A lytle bread ſhall do me stead, much breade I not deſyre.

When Thraſo meets his friend, he ſweares by God, / Vnto his Chamber he ſhall welcome be: / Not that hee’le cloy him there with roſt or ſod, / Such vulgar diet with Cookes ſhops agree: / But hee’le pre

He burneth part thereof in the fire: with part thereof he eateth fleſh: he roſteth roſt, and is ſatiſfied: yea hee warmeth himſelfe, and ſaith; Aha, I am warme, I haue ſeene the fire.