Tib. Do: and now i'faith, how d'ye feel your self?
I find great ease in't. What's here;
Wine, and it be thy Will;
Strong lusty Wine. Well, fools may talk
Of Mythridate, Cordials, and Elixirs.
But from my youth this was my only Physick.
Here's a colour, what Ladies cheek,
Though cerus'd over, comes near it?
It sparkles too: hangs out Diamonds.
Oh my sweet-heart, how I will hug thee,
Again, and again! They are poor drunkards,
And not worth thy favors,
That number thy moist kisses in these Crystals.
Mast. But Mounsieur,
Here are Suckets, and sweet dishes.
Tib. Tush, boys meat,
I am past it; here's strong food fit for men:
Nectar, old lad. Mistriss of merry hearts,
Once more I am bold with you.
Mast. Take heed (man)
Too much will breed distemper.
Tib. Hast thou liv'd at Sea
The most part of thy life, where to be sober
While we have Wine aboard, is capital Treason;
And dost thou preach sobriety?
Mast. Prethee forbear,
We may offend in it; we know not for whom
It was provided.
Tib. I am sure for me: therefore footra,
When I am full, let 'em hang me, I care not.
Enter Albert, Aminta, Raymond, Lamure, Morrillat, Franvile, severally.
Mast. This has been his temper ever.
See, provoking dishes; candid Eringoes,
And Potatoes.
Tib. I'll not touch 'em, I will drink;
But not a bit on a march, I'll be an Eunuch rather.