Orl. And I my Lord.
Omnes. Y'ave done a work of honor.
Ami. Give me the Cup, where this health stops, let
That man be either very sick, or very simple;
Or I am very angry; Sir, to you;
Madam, methinks this Gentleman might sit too;
He would become the best on's.
Orl. Pray sit down, Sir, I know the Lady of the Feast expects not this day so much old custom.
Ami. Sit down Montague; nay, never blush for the matter.
Mont. Noble Madam, I have t[w]o reasons [a]gainst it, and I dare not; duty to you first, as you are my Lady, and I your poorest servant; next the custom of this days ceremony.
Lam. As you are my servant, I may command you then.
Mont. To my life, Lady.
Lam. Sit down, and here, I'll have it so.
Ami. Sit down man, never refuse so fair a Ladies offer.