_Mar._ Sir 'tis so late, and our entertainment (meaning our Posset) by
this is grown so cold, that 'twere an unmannerly part longer to hold you
from your rest: let what the house has be at your command Sir.
_Wel._ Sweet rest be with you Lady; and to you what you desire too.
_Abig._ It should be some such good thing like your self then. [_Exeunt._
_Wel._ Heaven keep me from that curse, and all my issue. Good night
Antiquity.
_Rog._ _Solamen Miseris socios habuisse Doloris_: but I alone.
_Wel._ Learned Sir, will you bid my man come to me? and requesting a
greater measure of your learning, good night, good Master _Roger_.
_Rog._ Good Sir, peace be with you. [_Exit_ Roger.
_Wel._ Adue dear _Domine_. Half a dozen such in a Kingdom would make a man
forswear confession: for who that had but half his wits about him, would
commit the Counsel of a serious sin to such a cruel Night-cap? Why how now
shall we have an Antick? [_Enter Servant._
Whose head do you carry upon your shoulders, that you jole it so against
the Post? Is't for your ease? Or have you seen the Celler? Where are my
slippers Sir?
_Ser._ Here Sir.
_Wel._ Where Sir? have you got the pot Verdugo? have you seen the Horses
Sir?
_Ser.
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