_Enter Host_, Piso, _and Boy with a Glass of Wine_.
_Pis._ Nothing i'th' World, but a dry'd Tongue or two--
_Pis._ Is a valiant wine, This must be mine, Host.
_Host._ This shall be _ipse_, Oh, he's a devilish biting wine, a Tyrant Where he lays hold, Sir, this is he that scorns Small Beer should quench him; or a foolish Caudle Bring him to Bed; no, if he flinch I'll shame him, And draw him out to mull amongst old Midwives.
_Piso._ There is a Souldier, I would have thee better Above the rest, because he thinks there's no man Can give him drink enough.
_Pis._ That thou mayst know him perfectly, he's one Of a left-handed making, a lank thing; As if his Belly were ta'n up with straw To hunt a match.
_Pis._ 'Faith, but a little, yet enough to note him, Which grows in parcels, here and there a remnant; And that thou mayst not miss him, he is one That wears his forehead in a velvet scabbard.
_Host._ That note's enough, he's mine, I'll fuddle him, Or lye i'th' suds; you will be here too?
_Pis._ Yes, 'Till soon, farewel, and bear up.
_Host._ If I do not, Say I am recreant, I'll get things ready.
_Jul._ 'Tis strange thou should'st be thus, with thy discretion.
_Ang._ Keep your self warm then, and go home, & sleep, And pray [to God] thou mayst continue so; Would I had gone to th' Devil of an arrant, When I was made a fool to see her; Leave me, I am not fit for conversation.
_Ang._ Therefore leave me, The nature of my sickness is not eas'd By company or counsel, I am mad, And if you follow me with questions, Shall shew my self so.
_Ang._ 'Pray be content, that you have made me thus, And do not wonder at me.
_Jul._ Let me know, but what you mean to do, and I am gone. I would be loth to leave you thus else.
_Ang._ Nothing That needs your fear, that is sufficient; Farewel, and pray for me.
_Jul._ I will then, would yond' Woman Had been ten fathom under ground, when first I saw her eyes.
_Ang._ Yet she had been dangerous, For to some wealthy Rock of precious stone, Or mine of Gold, as tempting, her fair Body Might have been turn'd, which once found out by labour, And brought to use, having her Spells within it, Might have corrupted States, and ruin'd Kingdoms, Which had been fearful, (Friend) go, when I see thee Next, I will be as thou art, or no more. 'Pray do not follow me, you'll make me angry.