Cast. Give me some wine.
Asca. He cools agen now.
Cast. Fool where are my Players?
Let me have all in pomp; let 'em play some love matter,
To make the Ladies itch, I'll be with you anon Ladies;
You black eyes, I'll be with you.
Give me some wine I say,
And let me have a Masque of Cuckolds enter:
Of mine own Cuckolds,
And let them come in, peeping and rejoycing
Just as I kiss their wives, and somewhat glorying.
Some wine I say, then for an excellent night-piece,
To shew my glory to my loves, and minions,
I will have some great Castle burnt.
Vil. Hark you brother:
If that be to please these Ladies, ten to one
The fire first takes upon your own, look to that;
Then you may shew a night piece.
Cast. Where's this wine?
Why shall I choak? do ye long all to be tortur'd?
Doct. Here Sir.
Cast. Why, what is this? why Doctor.
Doct. Wine and water Sir.
'Tis Soveraign for your heat, you must endure it.
Vil. Most excellent to cool your night-piece Sir.
Doct. You are of a high and cholerick complexion,
And you must have allayes.