Mont. It is your pleasure, Madam, not my pride,
And I obey; I'll pledge ye now my Lord, Monsieur Longaville.
Long. I thank you, Sir.
Mont. This to my Lady, and her fair choice to day, and happiness.
Lon. 'Tis a fair health, I'll pledge you though I sink for't.
Lam. Montague you are too modest; come, I'll add a little more wine t'yee, 'twill make you merry, this to the good I wish.——
Mont. Honour'd Lady, I shall forget my self with this great bounty.
Lam. You shall not Sir, give him some Vine.
Ami. By Heaven you are a worthy woman, and that
Man is blest can come near such a Lady.
Lami. Such a blessing wet weather washes.