Ch. Now do you drink to the rest.
Mi. Erasmus, Half this Cup to you.
Er. I pray it may do you good. May it do you good. Much good may it do you. Proficiat is an out of the Way Word.
Ch. Why does the Cup stand still? Why does it not go about? Is our Wine gone? Where are your Eyes, you Rascal? Run quickly, fetch two Quarts of the same Wine.
Boy. Erasmus, your humble Servant, there is one wants to speak with you at the Door.
Er. Who is it?
Boy. He says he is one Mr. More's, Man, his Master is come out of Britain, and he desires you would make him a Visit, because he sets out for Germany to-Morrow by Break of Day.
Er. Christian, gather the Reckoning, for I must be going.
Ch. The Reckoning, most learned Erasmus, of this Supper, I will discharge that. You have no Need to put your Hand in your Pocket. I thank you that you honour'd me with your Company; but I am sorry you are called away before the Comedy is ended.
Er. Have I any Thing more to do but to bid you Farewell and be merry?