Part 4 (2/2)

_Young Lo_. Come Lads, I'le warrant you for Wenches, three hundred pounds in drink.

[_Exeunt omnes_.

_Actus Secundus_. _Scena Prima_.

_Enter Lady, _her Sister_ Martha, Welford, Younglove, _and others_.

_Lady_. Sir, now you see your bad lodging, I must bid you good night.

_Wel_. Lady if there be any want, 'tis in want of you.

_Lady_. A little sleep will ease that complement. Once more good night.

_Wel_. Once more dear Lady, and then all sweet nights.

_Lady_. Dear Sir be short and sweet then.

_Wel_. Shall the morrow prove better to me, shall I hope my sute happier by this nights rest?

_Lady_. Is your sute so sickly that rest will help it? Pray ye let it rest then till I call for it. Sir as a stranger you have had all my welcome: but had I known your errand ere you came, your pa.s.sage had been straiter.

Sir, good night.

_Welford_. So fair, and cruel, dear unkind good night. [_Exit_ Lady.

Nay Sir, you shall stay with me, I'le press your zeal so far.

_Roger_. O Lord Sir.

_Wel_. Do you love _Tobacco_?

_Rog_. Surely I love it, but it loves not me; yet with your reverence I'le be bold.

_Wel_. Pray light it Sir. How do you like it?

_Rog_. I promise you it is notable stinging geer indeed. It is wet Sir, Lord how it brings down Rheum!

_Wel_. Handle it again Sir, you have a warm text of it.

_Rog_. Thanks ever promised for it. I promise you it is very powerful, and by a Trope, spiritual; for certainly it moves in sundry places.

_Wel_. I, it does so Sir, and me especially to ask Sir, why you wear a Night-cap.

_Rog_. a.s.suredly I will speak the truth unto you: you shall understand Sir, that my head is broken, and by whom; even by that visible beast the Butler.

_Wel_. The Butler? certainly he had all his drink about him when he did it. Strike one of your grave Ca.s.sock? The offence Sir?

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