Sir John Linger. Won’t your ladyship please to drink first?
Lady S. No, Sir John; ’tis in a very good hand; I’ll pledge you.
Col. Atwit (to Lord Smart). My lord, I love October as well as Sir John; and I hope you won’t make fish of one and flesh of another.
Smart. Colonel, you’re heartily welcome. Come, Sir John, take it by word of mouth, and then give it to the Colonel.
Sir John drinks.
Smart. Well, Sir John, how do you like it?
Sir J. Not as well as my own in Derbyshire; ’tis plaguy small.
Lady S. I never taste malt liquor: but they say it is well hopp’d.
Sir J. Hopp’d? why if it had hopp’d a little further it would have hopp’d into the river. O, my lord, my ale is meat, drink, and cloth; it will make a cat speak and a wise man dumb.
Lady S. I was told ours was very strong.