I will pledge both your Mrss first.  Goe to and go to,[74] freind; thou alwayes lookst on me like a dry rascall; give him his liquor; and soe with my Mrs I conclude.  What say you, Companion? ha, do you compare your Mrs with myne? howes that? such another word and thou darst, Sirrah! off with your Capp and doe her Reverence! wilt tell me soe? goe to, I say and I sayt; Ile make better languadge come out of that mouth of thine, thou wicked Carkasse.  Freind, heres to thee:[75] Ile shake thee, thou empty Rascall, to peeces, and as Hector drew Achilles bout the walls of Troy at his horse tayle, so shalt thou at a doggs tayle be dragd in vild disgrace throughout the towne.  Goe to and goe to, I say and I sayt; Ile have the dragd, sirr, ah I[le] have the dragd; perswade me not, good friend; let him yeild me a reason[76] if he can.  I, I, he had need to be squeezd; why tis true, this is one, but not to purpose.  Oh, would you whisper with me? umh, umh, umh, away, Ile heare no more:  why, how now frend? ha, ha, ha, you have got a Cup to much; umh, goe to and goe to, you can hold no more, I see that, at this time; let me ene bring you to your chambers.
                              [Flings away the bottle and sleeps.

    Enter Timothy, Grimes, Sucket, Crackby, with flaggons of wine.

Suc_.  ’Tis well don, cherish valour.

Crac.  Creditt me, my Captaine carries fortitude enough for a whole legion; twas his advice tooke in[77] the Busse[?], and at Mastricht his courage did conclude Papenhams overthrow.[78]

Suc.  Pish, you to farr exemply[fy].  I have bin at some few skermishes, kild halfe a score or soe; but what of yt? men are but men.

Tim.  What wines that, fellow Grimes?

Grimes.  Sack by this light, the Emperor of liquors!  Captaine, here tis well keepe of push of pike yet peirce like shott of Cannon:  a Cup of this upon an onslaught, Captain?

Suc.  Is beveredge for a Generall:  I doe use to drinke it when I am engagd against a squadron or a whole company.

Grimes.  He meanes of drunkards.

[Lovell grunts.

Suc.  Ha!  Cinielaro[?] an ambuscado! see, whos that lyes there pardue[79]? fort of Mars! my wroth shall eate him up.

Grimes.  Soe, soe, now softely letts to him:  ha, alreadie[80] dead drunke, as I am vertuous.  Assist me gent[lemen]; Timothy, hast thou thy Salvatorie about thee.

Tim.  Yes, heere, here.[81]

Grimes.  Quick, quick; make some plasters and clapp em on his face:  here, bind this napkin about his hand; who has a garter, lets see, to bind it up?

Suc.  Some blood, my sonn of Mercury, were neceseary for consummation of the jest.

Crac.  And here, Grimes, ty this cloath about his head:  oh, for some blood!