Euph. Well, I thank Heaven, and never nearer friend
To catch at great occasion.
Con. Indeed I joy in't.
Euph. Nor am I for my self born in these fortunes.
In truth I love my friends.
Con. You were noble ever.
Cra. I thought you had not known me. [Euph. salutes Cra.
Euph. Yes, ye are my Brother,
My elder Brother too, would your affections
Were able but to ask that love I owe to ye,
And as I give, preserve it: here friend Conon,
To your fair welcome home.
Con. Dear Sir, I thank ye,
Fill it to th' brim, Boy: Crates.
Cra. I'll pledge you,
But for that glorious Comet lately fired.
Con. Fie, fie Sir, fie.
Euph. Nay, let him take his freedomes,
He stirs not me I vow to ye; much less stains me.