_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 passage 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.
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