I The Hiring of Apicius
Luc. Are you an eating-house keeper (popino)?
Apic. I am.
Luc. Where do you work?
Apic. At the eating-house called the Poultry-Cock (galli gallinacei). Do you want my services?
Luc. Yes, for a wedding.
Apic. Let me then hasten home, so that I may give instructions to my wife how to treat the gourmandisers (whom I know are not wont to be lacking in this city) and their guests who are invited.
Luc. Do you hear? You will find me in the Stone Street—in the shoemakers’ district.
Apic. I will soon be with you.
Luc. Very well. Get to your cook-shop.