Fran. Well, I like a little innocent mirth myself, but never could endure bawdry.
Dan. Quot homines tot sententiæ.
Mar. And what is that?
Dan. 'Tis Greek, and argues difference of opinion.
Mar. I hope there is none between us.
Dan. Here's to thee, brother Martin. (Drinks.)
Mar. And to thee, Daniel. (Drinks.)
Fran. And to thee, Peter. (Drinks.)
Peter. Thank you, Francis. And here's to thee. (Drinks.)
Mar. I shall be fuddled anon.