Pet. What ail'st thou, man? dost thou want meat?
Jun. No.
Pet. Clothes?
Jun. Neither. For heavens love, leave me.
Pet. Drink?
Jun. Ye tire me.
Pet. Come, 'tis drink; I know 'tis drink.
Jun. Tis no drink.
Pet. I say 'tis drink: for what affliction
Can light so heavy on a Soldier,
To dry him up as thou art, but no drink?
Thou shalt have drink.
Jun. Prethee Petillius—