Chettle:
[Puts down the empty pot.] I’ll drink to no virgin, my roaring boys, not even in name. Obstruction’s twin brother to Destruction—I’ll none of it. Long live life! Here’s to the Queen’s great father, Henry VIII. There’s a man for you: could eat like a man, and drink like a man, and love like a man. He was a king, if you like. Here’s to his memory!
Jonson:
You can have him all to yourself, Chettle, your many-wived hero.
Chettle:
Tut, man, he was the eighth Harry, and had a right to eight wives. ’Tis the Scripture. [Drinks.]
Dekker:
Chettle’s drunk.
Shakespeare:
Chettle’s right: here’s to the memory of Henry VIII, who gave wine to the laity, and women to the clergy.