Lor. Now my Tongue will betray me:—
Faith, my Lord, I have took six, but am come briskly off;
By this hand, my Lord, I am Cock over five
Stout Rogues too, I can tell you, at this sport.
Fred. I did not think thou hadst had that Virtue.
Lor. I’ll tell you, Sir, ’tis necessary those of my
Office and Quality should have more Virtues
Than one to recommend them;
But to tell you truth, for now I am most apt for that,
I was drunk in mere Malice to day.