4th Gent. I am for a song or a catch. When will the catches come on, the sweet wicked catches?
John. They cannot be introduced with propriety before midnight. Every man must commit his twenty bumpers first. We are not yet well roused. Frank Lovel, the glass stands with you.
Lovel. Gentlemen, the Duke. (Fills.)
All. The Duke. (They drink.)
Gray. Can any tell, why his Grace, being a Papist—
John. Pshaw! we will have no questions of state now. Is not this his Majesty's birthday?
Gray. What follows?
John. That every man should sing, and be joyful, and ask no questions.
2nd Gent. Damn politics, they spoil drinking.
3rd Gent. For certain, 'tis a blessed monarchy.