Tho. Drink with suger,
Which I have ready here, and here a glass boy,
Take me without my tools.
Sam. Pray Sir be temperate,
You know your own state best.
Fra. Sir, I much thank ye,
And shall be careful: yet a glass or two
So fit I find my body, and that so needful.
Tho. Fill it, and leave your fooling: thou say'st true Frank.
Hyl. Where are these Women I say?
Tho. 'Tis most necessary,
Hang up your Julips and your Portugal Possets,
Your barley Broths, and sorrel Sops, they are mangy,
And breed the Scratches only: give me Sack:
I wonder where this Wench is though: have at thee.
Hyl. So long, and yet no bolting?
Fra. Do, I'le pledge thee.
Tho. Take it off thrice, and then cry heigh like a Huntsman
With a clear heart, and no more fits I warrant thee.
The only Cordial, Frank. [Phys. and Serv. within.
1 Phys. Are the things ready?
And is the Barber come?