Young Lo. And drink innumerable.
Savil. Yes forsooth.
Young Lo. And you'll strain curtsie and be drunk a little?
Savil. I would be glad, Sir, to doe my weak endeavour.
Yo. Lo. You may be brought in time to love a wench too.
Savil. In time the sturdie Oak Sir.
Young Lo. Some more wine for my friend there.
Elder Lo. I shall be drunk anon for my good news: but I have a loving Brother, that's my comfort.
Youn[g] Lo. Here's to you Sir, this is the worst I wish you for your news: and if I had another elder Brother, and say it were his chance to feed Haddocks, I should be still the same you see me now, a poor contented Gentleman. More wine for my friend there, he's dry again.
Elder Lo. I shall be if I follow this beginning. Well my dear Brother, if I scape this drowning, 'tis your turn next to sink, you shall duck twice before I help you. Sir I cannot drink more; pray let me have your pardon.