Savil.  I would be glad, Sir, to doe my weak endeavour.

Yo.  Lo.  You may be brought in time to love a wench too.

Savil.  In time the sturdie Oak Sir.

Young Lo.  Some more wine for my friend there.

Elder Lo.  I shall be drunk anon for my good news:  but I have a loving Brother, that’s my comfort.

Youn[g] Lo.  Here’s to you Sir, this is the worst I wish you for your news:  and if I had another elder Brother, and say it were his chance to feed Haddocks, I should be still the same you see me now, a poor contented Gentleman.  More wine for my friend there, he’s dry again.

Elder Lo.  I shall be if I follow this beginning.  Well my dear Brother, if I scape this drowning, ’tis your turn next to sink, you shall duck twice before I help you.  Sir I cannot drink more; pray let me have your pardon.

Young Lo.  O Lord Sir, ’tis your modestie:  more wine, give him a bigger glass; hug him my Captain, thou shalt be my chief mourner.

Capt.  And this my pennon:  Sir, a full carouse to you, and to my Lord of Land here.

Elder Lo.  I feel a buzzing in my brains, pray God they bear this out, and I’le ne’re trouble them so far again.  Here’s to you Sir.

Young Lo.  To my dear Steward, down o’ your knees you infidel, you Pagan; be drunk and penitent.

Savil. Forgive me Sir, and I’le be any thing.

Young Lo. Then be a Baud, I’le have thee a brave Baud.

Elder Lo. Sir, I must take my leave of you, my business is so urgent.

Young Lo. Let’s have a bridling cast before you go.  Fill’s a new stoupe.

Elder Lo. I dare not Sir, by no means.

Young Lo. Have you any mind to a wench?  I would fain gratifie you for the pains you took Sir.

Elder Lo. As little as to the t’other.

Young Lo. If you find any stirring do but say so.

Elder Lo. Sir, you are too bounteous, when I feel that itching, you shall asswage it Sir, before another:  this only and Farewell Sir.  Your Brother when the storm was most extream, told all about him, he left a will which lies close behind a Chimney in the matted Chamber:  and so as well Sir, as you have made me able, I take my leave.

Young Lo. Let us imbrace him all:  if you grow drie before you end your business, pray take a baite here, I have a fresh hogshead for you.

Savil. You shall neither will nor chuse Sir.  My Master is a wonderfull fine Gentleman, has a fine state, a very fine state Sir, I am his Steward Sir, and his man.

Elder Lo. Would you were your own sir, as I left you.  Well I must cast about, or all sinks.

Savil. Farewell Gentleman, Gentleman, Gentleman.

Elder Lo. What would you with me sir?