Yes Sir.
_Young Lo_. And drink innumerable.
_Savil_. Yes forsooth.
_Young Lo_. And you'll strain curtsie and be drunk a little?
_Savil_. I would be glad, Sir, to doe my weak endeavour.
_Yo. Lo_. You may be brought in time to love a wench too.
_Savil_. In time the sturdie Oak Sir.
_Young Lo_. Some more wine for my friend there.
_Elder Lo_. I shall be drunk anon for my good news: but I have a loving
Brother, that's my comfort.
_Youn[g] Lo_. Here's to you Sir, this is the worst I wish you for your
news: and if I had another elder Brother, and say it were his chance to
feed Haddocks, I should be still the same you see me now, a poor contented
Gentleman. More wine for my friend there, he's dry again.
_Elder Lo_. I shall be if I follow this beginning. Well my dear Brother,
if I scape this drowning, 'tis your turn next to sink, you shall duck
twice before I help you. Sir I cannot drink more; pray let me have your
pardon.
_Young Lo_. O Lord Sir, 'tis your modestie: more wine, give him a bigger
glass; hug him my Captain, thou shalt be my chief mourner.
_Capt_. And this my pennon: Sir, a full carouse to you, and to my Lord of
Land here.
_Elder Lo_. I feel a buzzing in my brains, pray God they bear this out,
and I'le ne're trouble them so far again.
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