Mi. I thank you heartily.  I pledge you heartily; for which the Vulgar says Praestolor.  Indeed I won’t refuse.  I won’t refuse any Thing for your Sake.

Ch. Now do you drink to the rest.

Mi.  Erasmus, Half this Cup to you.

Er. I pray it may do you good.  May it do you good.  Much good may it do you. Proficiat is an out of the Way Word.

Ch. Why does the Cup stand still?  Why does it not go about?  Is our Wine gone?  Where are your Eyes, you Rascal?  Run quickly, fetch two Quarts of the same Wine.

Boy.  Erasmus, your humble Servant, there is one wants to speak with you at the Door.

Er. Who is it?

Boy. He says he is one Mr. More’s, Man, his Master is come out of Britain, and he desires you would make him a Visit, because he sets out for Germany to-Morrow by Break of Day.

Er.  Christian, gather the Reckoning, for I must be going.

Ch. The Reckoning, most learned Erasmus, of this Supper, I will discharge that.  You have no Need to put your Hand in your Pocket.  I thank you that you honour’d me with your Company; but I am sorry you are called away before the Comedy is ended.

Er. Have I any Thing more to do but to bid you Farewell and be merry?

Ch. Farewell, we can’t take it amiss, because you don’t leave a Shoulder of Mutton for a Sheep’s-Head, but go from Friends to a better Friend.

Er. And I in like Manner return you my Thanks, that you have been so kind as to invite me to this most pleasant Entertainment.  My very good Friends, fare ye well.  Drink heartily, and live merrily.

Ch. Soho, Dromo.  You, all of you, have sitten still a good While.  Does any Body please to have any Thing else?

Gu. Nothing at all.  We have eat very plentifully.

Ch. Then take away these Things, and set on the Desert.  Change the Trenchers and the Plates.  Take up my Knife that is fallen down.  Pour some Wine over the Pears.  Here are some early ripe Mulberries that grew in my own Garden.

Gu. They will be the better for being of your own Growth.

Ch. Here are some wheaten Plumbs:  See, here are Damascens, a rare Sight with us:  See, here are mellow Apples; and here is a new Sort of an Apple, the Stock of which I set with my own Hands; and Chestnuts, and all Kinds of Delicacies, which our Gardens produce plentifully.

Au. But here are no Flowers.

Ch. They are French Entertainments, who love that Sort of Splendor most that costs least; but that is not my Humour.

Au. ’Tis not only among Frenchmen that you will find those that love what is of little Cost.

Ch. But hark you, Austin, do you think to come off so?  What, won’t you pledge me when I drink to you?  You ought to have taken off Half the Cup of him that drank to you.