Lor. Bring him in, and vanish.[Exit Servant.
Enter Father Dominick.
Lor. Welcome, father.
Dom. Peace be here: I thought I had been sent for to a dying man; to have fitted him for another world.
Lor. No, faith, father, I was never for taking such long journeys. Repose yourself, I beseech you, 411 sir, if those spindle legs of yours will carry you to the next chair.
Dom. I am old, I am infirm, I must confess, with fasting.
Lor. 'Tis a sign by your wan complexion, and your thin jowls, father. Come, to our better acquaintance:—here's a sovereign remedy for old age and sorrow.
[Drinks.
Dom. The looks of it are indeed alluring: I'll do you reason.[Drinks.
Lor. Is it to your palate, father?
Dom. Second thoughts, they say, are best: I'll consider of it once again. [Drinks.] It has a most delicious flavour with it. Gad forgive me, I have forgotten to drink your health, Son, I am not used to be so unmannerly.
[Drinks again.