Well, Master Walter. How accost you me?
Wal. As your impatience shows me you would have me.
My Lord, the Earl of Rochdale!
Gay. Give you joy!
Hold. All happiness, my lord!
Simp. Long life and health unto your lordship!
Gay. Come!
We’ll drink to his lordship’s health! ’Tis two o’clock,
We’ll e’en carouse till midnight! Health, my lord!
Hold. My lord, much joy to you!
Simp. All good to your lordship!
Wal. Give something to the dead!
Gay. Give what?