And. Say you so? troth there's a friend of mine, Sir, within hearing, that's familiar with all that's past, his testimony will be authentical.
Bri. Will he be secret?
And. You may tie his tongue up, as you would do your purse-strings.
Bri. Miramont!
Mir. Ha-ha-ha!
And. This is my witness. Lord how you are troubled! sure you have an Age, you shake so with choler: Here's your loving Brother, Sir, and will tell no body but all he meets, that you have eat a Snake, and are grown young, gamesome, and rampant.
Bri. Caught thus?
And. If he were one that would make jests of you, or plague ye, with making your Religious gravity ridiculous to your Neighbours, then you had some cause to be perplex'd.
Bri. I shall become discourse for Clowns and Tapsters.
And. Quick, Lilly, quick, he's now past kissing, between point and point. He swounds, fetch him some Cordial—Now put in, Sir.