Fail. Such a bashful knight did I never see; but we must move for him.
Bib. They say, here's a great dinner to be made to-day here, at your cousin Trice's, on purpose for the interview.
Burr. What, he keeps up his old humour still?
Fail. Yes, certain; he admires eating and drinking well, as much as ever, and measures every man's wit by the goodness of his palate.
Burr. Who dines here besides?
Fail. Jack Loveby.
Bib. O, my guest.
Burr. He has ever had the repute of a brave clear-spirited fellow.
Fail. He's one of your Dear Hearts, a debauchee.
Burr. I love him the better for't: The best heraldry of a gentleman is a clap, derived to him from three generations. What fortune has he?