SCENE II.

_Enter Tavern-Boys_, &c.

_Boy._ Score a gallon of Sack, and a pint of Olives to the Unicorn.

_Above, within._ Why drawer?

_Boy._ Anon, anon.

_Another Boy._ Look into the Nags-head there.

_2 Boy._ Score a quart of Claret to the Bar, And a pound of Sausages into the Flower-pot.

_Enter first Servant with Wine._

_1 Serv._ The Devil's in their throats; anon, anon.

_Enter second Servant._

_2 Ser._ Mull a pint of Sack there for the women in the Flower-deluce, and put in ginger enough, they belch like potguns, And _Robin_ fetch Tobacco for the Peacock, they will not be Drunk till mid-night else: how now, how does my Master?

_2 Boy._ Faith he lyes drawing on a pace.

_1 Boy._ That's an ill sign.

_2 Boy._ And fumbles with the pots too.

_1 Boy._ Then there's no way but one with him.

_2 Boy._ All the rest, Except the Captain, are in _Limbo patrum_, Where they lye sod in sack.

_1 Boy._ Does he bear up still?

_2 Boy._ Afore the wind still, with his lights up bravely, All he takes in I think he turns to Juleps, Or h'as a world of Stowage in his belly, The rest look all like fire-drakes, and lye scatter'd Like rushes round about the room. My Master Is now the loving'st man, I think, above ground.

_1 Boy._ Would he were always drunk then.

_Within._ Drawer.

_2 Boy._ Anon, anon Sir.

_1 Boy._ And swears I shall be free to morrow, and so weeps And calls upon my Mistris.

_2 Boy._ Then he's right.

_1 Boy._ And swears the Captain must lye this night with her And bad me break it to her with discretion, That he may leave an issue after him, Able to entertain a _Dutch Ambassador_, And tells him feelingly how sweet she is, And how he stole her from her friends i'th' Country; And brought her up disguiz'd with the Carriers, And was nine nights bereaving her her maidenhead, And the tenth got a drawer, here they come.

_Enter_ Jacomo, _Host_, Lod. Piso.

_Within cry drawer._ Anon, anon, speak to the Tyger, _Peter_.

_Host._ There's my Bells boys, my silver Bell.

_Piso._ Would he were hang'd As high as I could ring him.

_Host._ Captain.

_Jac._ Hoe Boy.

_Lod. Robin_, sufficient single Beer, as cold as crystal, Quench _Robin_, quench.

_1 Boy._ I am gone Sir.

_Host._ Shall we bear up still? Captain how I love thee! Sweet Captain let me kiss thee, by this hand I love thee next to Malmsey in a morning, Of all things transitory.

_Jac._ I love thee too, as far as I can love a fat man.

_Host._ Do'st thou Captain? Sweetly? and heartily?

_Jac._ With all my heart Boy.

_Host._ Then welcom death, come close mine eyes sweet Captain Thou shalt have all.

_Jac._ What shall your wife have then?

_Host._ Why she shall have besides my blessing, and a silver spoon, Enough to keep her stirring in the world, Three little Children, one of them was mine Upon my conscience, th' other two are Pagans.

_Jac._ 'Twere good she had a little foolish mony, To rub the time away with.

_Host._ Not a rag, Not a _Deniere_, no, let her spin a Gods name: And raise her house again.

_Jac._ Thou shalt not dye though: Boy see your Master safe delivered, He's ready to lye in.

_Host._ Good night.

_Jac._ Good morrow, Drink till the Cow come home, 'tis all pay'd boyes.

_Lod._ A pox of Sack.

_Host._ Marry [God] bless my Buts, Sack is a Jewel, 'Tis comfortable, Gentlemen.

_Jac._ More Beer boy, Very sufficient single Beer.

_Boy._ Here Sir. How is it Gentlemen?

_Jac._ But ev'n so, so.

_Host._ Go before finely _Robin_, and prepare My wife, bid her be right and streight, I come boy. And Sirrah, if they quarrel, let 'em use Their own discretions, by all means, and stir not, And he that's kill'd shall be as sweetly buried; Captain, adieu, adieu sweet bully Captain, One kiss before I dye, one kiss.

_Jac._ Farewel Boy.

_Host._ All my sweet boys farewel. [_Exit Host._

_Lod._ Go sleep, you are drunk.

_Ja._ Come gentlemen, I'le see you at your lodging, You look not lustily, a quart more.

_Lod._ No Boy.

_Piso._ Get us a Torch.

_Boy._ 'Tis day Sir.

_Jac._ That's all one.

_Piso._ Are not those the stars, thou scurvy Boy?

_Lod._ Is not Charles-wain there, tell me that, there?

_Jac._ Yes; I have paid 'em truly: do not vex him Sirrah.

_Piso._ Confess it Boy, or as I live I'le beat Mid-night into thy brains.

_Boy._ I do confess it.

_Piso._ Then live, and draw more small Beer presently.

_Jac._ Come Boyes, let's hug together, and be loving, And sing, and do brave things cheerly my hearts, A pox o' being sad; now could I fly And turn the world about upon my finger, Come ye shall love me, I am an honest fellow: Hang care and fortune, we are friends.

_Lod._ No Captain.

_Jac._ Do not you love me? I love you two dearly.

_Piso._ No by no means; you are a fighting Captain, And kill up such poor people as we are, by th' dozens.

_Lod._ As they kill flyes with Fox-tails, Captain.

_Jac._ Well Sir.

_Lod._ Me thinks now as I stand, the Captain shews To be a very mercifull young man. (And pre'thee _Piso_, let me have thy opinion).

_Piso._ Then he shall have mercy, that merciful is, Or all the Painters are Apocrypha.

_Jac._ I am glad you have your wits yet, will ye go?

_Piso._ You had best say we are drunk.

_Jac._ Ye are.

_Lod._ Ye lye.

_Jac._ Y'are rascals, drunken rascals.

_Piso._ 'Tis sufficient.

_Jac._ And now I'le tell you why, before I beat ye, You have been tampring any time these three days, Thus to disgrace me.

_Piso._ That's a lye too.

_Jac._ Well Sir, Yet I thank fate I have turn'd your points on you, For which I'le spare ye somewhat, half a beating.

_Piso._ I'le make you fart fire Captain, by this hand, And ye provoke, do not provoke I'de wish you.

_Jac._ How do you like this?

_Lod._ Sure I am inchanted.

_Piso._ Stay till I draw.

_Jac._ Dispatch then, I am angry.

_Piso._ And thou shalt see how suddenly I'll kill thee.

_Jac._ Thou darst not draw, ye cold, tame, mangy Cowards, Ye drunken Rogues, can nothing make you valiant? Not wine, nor beating?

_Lod._ If this may be suffer'd, 'Tis very well.

_Jac._ Go there's your way, go and sleep: I have pity on you, you shall have the rest To morrow when we meet.

_Piso._ Come _Lodowick_, He's monstrous drunk now, there's no talking with him.

_Jac._ I am so; when I am sober, I'le do more Boy where's mine Host? [_Ex._ Lod. _and_ Piso.

_Boy._ He's on his bed asleep Sir. [_Ex._ Boy.

_Jac._ Let him alone then: now am I high proof For any action, now could I fight bravely, And charge into a wild fire; or I could love Any man living now, or any woman, Or indeed any creature that loves Sack Extreamly, monstrously; I am so loving, Just at this instant, that I might be brought I feel it, with a little labour, now to talk With a Justice of peace, that to my nature I hate next an ill Sword: I will do Some strange brave thing now, and I have it here: Pray Heaven the air keep out; I feel it buzzing. [_Exit._