Dor. Another coffin, that is not so handsom;
Your Hostesses in Innes should be blith things,
Pretty, and young to draw in passengers;
She'l never fill her beds well, if she be not beauteous.
Clean. And courteous too.
Enter Chamberlain, with wine.
Dor. I, I, and a good fellow,
That will mistake sometimes a Gentleman
For her good man; well done; here's to Lisander.
Clean. My full love meets it; make fire in our lodgings,
We'l trouble thee no farther; to your Son. [Ex. Cham.
Dor. Put in Clarange too; off with't, I thank ye;
This wine drinks merrier still, O for mine Host now,
Were he alive again, and well dispos'd,
I would so claw his pate.
Clean. Y'are a hard drinker.
Dor. I love to make mine Host drunk, he will lye then
The rarest, and the roundest, of his friends,
His quarrels, and his guests, and they are the best bauds too,
Take 'em in that tune.
Clean. You know all.
Dor. I did Son, but time, and arms have worn me out.