Grimes.  Pray heaven they be alive.

Lov.  Ha, alive? in the name of drinke what have I don? where did you find me, ha?

Grimes.  Why, sir, comming out—­umh, umh—­

Lov.  Out with’t, man.

Grimes.  Out of a bad-house, sir.

Lov.  A Bawdie house, I warrant.

Grimes.  Yes sir.

Lov.  Why, now its out.

Grimes.  I, and tis well your worships out.

Lov.  Noe, noe, it had bin better had I never gon in; but on, on.

Grimes.  You were, sir,—­as they say, sir—­you had gotten a Cup to much.

Lov.  Hang Cupps, my friend excepted; goe to; speake plaine; I was drunke was I?

Grimes.  Yes, sir; you were not able to stand when you came out, sir?

Lov.  Out of the Bawdy-house?  I beleave thee; nay, I am a right Lovell I, I look like a shotten herring now for’t. Jone’s as good as my lady in the darke wee me.  I have no more Roe than a goose in me; but on to the mischiefe, on.

Grimes.  You beate the Bawd downe with the Chamber dore and bade her keepe that for the Reckoning.

Lov.  Umh, there was witt in my drinke, I perceive; on.

Grimes.  Then, sir, you tooke up a Spitt.

Lov.  A Spitt?

Grimes.  Yes, sir, and broacht one of the wenches out.

Lov.  How?

Grimes.  Oh, sir, you made such a hole in her bakside[91] you might have turnd—­
                [Blows his nose.

Lov.  What? thy nose int?

Grimes.  Had I been there it had been at your service.

Lov.  Thanke thee; thou shouldst have lost nothing by it.

Grimes.  Then went Tobackoe pipes to wrack, and oh the black potts sufferd without measure; nay, you swore (and for it paid your twelve pence) that if you were maior youd come disguisd on purpose to confou[nd] ’um.

Lov.  Ist possible I could doe this?

Grimes.  This, sir?  Why you kickd one flat-nosd wench that snuffled, and swore she was a puritan.

Lov.  Did not I pay for that oath too?

Grimes.  No, sir; you bid the Constable keepe reckoning till it came to a some and you would pay him in totall.  So, sir, with the spit in your hand away you runn, and we after yee, where you met with a roaring Captain.

Lov.  Ha, now, now comes the misfortune.

Grimes.  Then you stopt and stood a while waving to and froe, as in suspense; at length you fell, with a forward thrust, quite through his heart.

Lov.  Ha, through his heart? the Captaines dead then?

Grimes.  No sir, twas through a silver heart he weares in memory of his Mrs.

Lov.  Ime glad of that:  thou strukst me through the heart with thy newes.