_Savil_. Sure Sir, I cannot dance with your Gentlewomen, they are too
light for me, pray break my head, and let me goe.
_Capt_. He shall dance, he shall dance.
_Young Lo_. He shall dance, and drink, and be drunk and dance, and be
drunk again, and shall see no meat in a year.
_Poet._ And three quarters?
_Young Lo._ And three quarters be it.
_Capt._ Who knocks there? let him in.
_Enter_ Elder Loveless _disguised._
_Savill._ Some to deliver me I hope.
_Elder Lo._ Gentlemen, God save you all, my business is to one Master
_Loveless_?
_Capt._ This is the Gentleman you mean; view him, and take his Inventorie,
he's a right one.
_Elder Lo._ He promises no less Sir.
_Young Lo._ Sir, your business?
_Elder Lo._ Sir, I should let you know, yet I am loth, yet I am sworn
to't, would some other tongue would speak it for me.
_Young Lo._ Out with it i' Gods name.
_Elder Lo._ All I desire Sir is, the patience and sufferance of a man, and
good Sir be not mov'd more.
_Young Lo._ Then a pottle of sack will doe, here's my hand, prethee thy
business?
_Elder Lo._ Good Sir excuse me, and whatsoever you hear, think must have
been known unto you, and be your self discreet, and bear it nobly.
_Young Lo.
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