Who after him into the room of Hero doth venture.
[Puppet Leander goes into Mistress Hero’s room.
Pup. Jonas. A pint of sack, score a pint of sack in the Coney.
Cokes. Sack! you said but e’en now it should be sherry.
Pup. Jonas. Why, so it is; sherry, sherry, sherry.
Cokes. Sherry, sherry, sherry! By my troth he makes me merry. I must have a name for Cupid too. Let me see, thou might’st help me, now, an thou would’st, Numps, at a dead lift: but thou art dreaming of the stocks still.—Do not think on’t, I have forgot it; ’tis but a nine days’ wonder, man; let it not trouble thee.
Waspe. I would the stocks were about your neck, sir; condition I hung by the heels in them till the wonder were off from you, with all my heart.
Cokes. Well said, resolute Numps! but hark you, friend, where’s the friendship all this while between my drum Damon, and my pipe Pythias?
Leath. You shall see by and by, sir.
Cokes. You think my hobby-horse is forgotten too; no, I’ll see them all enact before I go; I shall not know which to love best else.