_Tho_. That will stay his stomach, indeed, but Claret is your only binder.
_Foo_. Sack, while you live, after a heat, Sir.
_Tho_. Please you, my friend, ile shew you the way to be drunke.
_Ri_. To my loving Daughter. May not this be a trick? By your favour, Madam. [_He opens the Letter_.
Captaine, gather you the sence of that Letter while I peruse this. You know Mistress _Dorothy_.
_Un_. I have had a great desire to know her, I confess, but she is still like the bottome of the map, _terra incognita_. I have been a long tyme hovering about the _Magellan_ streights, but have made no new discoveries.
_Ri_. Ha! this is not counterfeit, I dare trust my owne Judgment; tis a very rich one. I am confirmed, and will scale them up agen. My Ladies woman Sir _Walter Littlelands_ Daughter and heire! What think you now of Mistris _Dorothy_?
_Un_. A great deale better than I did; and yet I have lov'd her this halfe yeare in a kind of way. O' my conscience why may not I marry her?
_Ri_. This Jewell was sent by her mother to her.
_Un_. Deere Uncle conseale till I have talk'd with her. Oh for some witchcraft to make all sure.
_Un_. I vow, Mistris Dorothy, if I were immodest twas the meere impudence of my sack and not my owne disposition; but if you please to accept my love now, by the way of Marriage, I will make you satisfaction like a gentleman in the point of honour.
_Do_. Your birth and estate is to high and unequall for me, sir.
_Un_. What care I for a portion or a face! She that has good eyes has good----Give me vertue.
_Do_. You are pleas'd to make your mirth of me.
_Un_. By this Rubie, nay you shall weare it in the broad eye of the world, dost thinke I am in Jeast.
_Un_. And were he ten Sir _Richards_, I am out of my wardship.
_Do_.--How he flutters in the lime bush! it takes rarely.
_Un_. What a necessary thing now were a household Chaplaine.
_Ri_. So, so, the wench inclines. I will hasten my journey that I may appear with more excuse when they are married in my absence.
_Cap_. Sir, I heare you are for _London_ presentlie; It will concerne you take this gentleman Along w'ee to bee cur'd.
_Cap_. Oh, sir, Dangerously; he has purg'd his stomack, but the ill spiritts Are flowne into his head and spoild his eares. He was ever troubled with Devices in his head; I stronglie feare he must have his scull open'd, His brains are very foule within. I know And can direct you to an excle'nt Surgeon.