Ju. 'T[h]as a good taste.
Lur. Taste? how d'ye find the virtue, nay Sir, spare it not:
My wife has the Receipt, does it not stir
Your Worships body? when you come to examine,
'Twill make you speak like thunder.
Ju. Hoy he.
Lur. It works already.
Ju. Is there never a chair, I was wearier than I thought,
But who shall we have to take 'em. Mr. Constable?
Lur. Let me alone, when I but give the watch-word
We will have men enough to surprize an Army.
Ju. I begin to be sleepy; what, hast a chair?
Enter another with a chair.
Lur. They do not dream of us, 'tis early rising;
Care, care, and early rising, Common-wealths men
Are ever subject to the nods; sit down, Sir,
A short nap is not much amiss; so, so, he's fast;
Fast as a fish i'th' net, he has winking powder
Shall work upon him to our wish, remove him,
Nay, we may cut him into collops now
And he ne'r feel; have you prepar'd the vault, sirrah?
Boy. Yes, yes, Sir, every thing in's place.