Henry Medwall, A Goodly Interlude of Nature (1490-1501), ed. William Rastell (London: William Rastell, 1534):
[Gloto.] Of all thynge erthly I hate to fast
Four tymes a day I make repast
Or thryse as I suppose
And whan I am well fed
Than get I me to a soft bed
my body to repose
There take I a nap or twayn
Vp I go streyght and to yt agayn
Though nature be net redy
yet haue I some mete of delyte
For to prouoke happetyte
And make the stomak gredy
After all thys nedys I must
Somtyme folow the wanton lust
For hote drynkys and delycate reflecyon
Causeth flesshely insurreccyon.
Then cometh in Glotony wyth a chese & a botell….
Gloto. We shall haue warefare it ys told me.
Man. Ye; where is thy harness?
Glotony. Mary, here may ye se,
Here ys harness inow.
Wrath. Why hast thou none other harness but thys?
Gloto. What the deuyll harnes shuld I mys
wythout yt be a botell
Another botell I wyll go puruey
Lest that drynk be scarce in the way
Or happely none to sell.
A New and Mery Enterlude, called The Triall of Treasure (London: Thomas Purfoote, 1567):
Enter Elation and Gredy gutte….
Inclina. This cowe bellied knaue doth come from the carte.
Thomas Lupton, All for Money (London: Roger Warde and Richard Mundee, 1578):
Here commeth in Gluttonie and Pride dressed in deuils apparel.
Ulpian Fulwell, Like Wil to Like (London: John Allde, 1568):
HAUNCE. Omni-po-po-potenti, all the po-po-pot is emptie.
NEWFANGLE. Why, Haunce, thou hast Latin in thy belly, me think: I thought there was no room for Latin, there is so much drink.
[NEWFANGLE.] I think he wil be hanged, his belly is so great.
Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus (ca. 1588-92), anonymous ed. (London: V. S. for Thomas Bushell, 1604):
[Glut.] I am Gluttony, my parents are al dead, and the diuel a peny they haue left me, but a bare pention, and that is 30. meales a day, and tenne beauers, a small triflle to suffice nature, O I come of a royall parentage, my grandfather was a gammon of bacon, my grandmother a hogs head of Claret-wine: My godfathers were these, Peter Pickle-herring, and Martin Martlemas biefe, O but my godmother she was a iolly gentlewoman, and welbeloued in euery good towne and Citie, her name was mistresse Margery March-béere: now Faustus, thou hast heard all my Progeny, wilt thou bid me to supper?
Fau. No, Ile sée thée hanged, thou wilt eate vp all my victualls.
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Qveene (London: William Ponsonbie, 1590):
And by his side rode loathsome Gluttony,
Deformed creature, on a filthie swyne,
His belly was vpblowne with luxury;
And eke with fatnesse swollen were his eyne,
And like a Crane his necke was long and fyne,
With which he swallowd vp excessiue feast,
For want whereof poore people oft did pyne,
And all the way, most like a brutish beast,
He spued vp his gorge, that all did him deteast.
In greene vine leaues he was right fitly clad;
For other clothes he could not weare for heat,
And on his head an yuie girland had,
From vnder which fast trickled downe the sweat:
Still as he rode, he somewhat still did eat,
And in his hand did beare a bouzing can,
Of which he supt so oft, that on his seat
His dronken course he scarse vpholden can,
In shape and life more like a monster, then a man.
Vnfit he was for any wordly thing,
And eke vnhable once to stirre or go,
Not meet to be of counsell to a king,
Whose mind in meat and drinke was drowned so,
That from his frend he seeldome knew his fo:
Full of diseases was his carcas blew,
And a dry dropsie through his flesh did flow,
Which by misdiet daily greater grew:
Such one was Gluttony, the second of that crew. (I.iv.21-23)