Jul. Shall we not make Piso, and Lodowick friends?
Jac. Hang 'em they dare not be Enemies, or if they be,
The danger is not great, welcom Frederick.
Enter Frederick.
Fred. First joy unto you all; and next I think
We shall have wars.
Jac. Give me some wine, I'le drink to that.
Fab. I'le pledge.
Fran. But I shall lose you then.
Jac. Not a whit wench; I'le teach thee presently to be a Souldier.
Fred. Fabritio's command, and yours are both restor'd.
Jac. Bring me four glasses then.