Jac. Hoe Boy.
Lod. Robin, sufficient single Beer, as cold as crystal,
Quench Robin, quench.
1 Boy. I am gone Sir.
Host. Shall we bear up still? Captain how I love thee!
Sweet Captain let me kiss thee, by this hand
I love thee next to Malmsey in a morning,
Of all things transitory.
Jac. I love thee too, as far as I can love a fat man.
Host. Do'st thou Captain?
Sweetly? and heartily?
Host. Then welcom death, come close mine eyes sweet Captain
Thou shalt have all.
Jac. What shall your wife have then?
Host. Why she shall have besides my blessing, and a silver spoon,
Enough to keep her stirring in the world,
Three little Children, one of them was mine
Upon my conscience, th' other two are Pagans.