Lieu. Among the Gentlemen,
Even all I have left; I am a poor man, naked,
Yet something for remembra[n]ce: four a piece Gentlemen,
And so my body where you please.
Leo. It will work.
Lieu. I make your Grace my Executor, and I beseech ye See my poor Will fulfill'd: sure I shall walk else.
Dem. As full as they can be fill'd, here's my hand, Souldier.
1 Gent. The Wine will tickle him.
Lieut. I would hear a Drum beat, But to see how I could endure it.
Dem. Beat a Drum there. [Drum within.
Lieu. Oh Heavenly Musick, I would hear one sing to't; I am very full of pain.
Dem. Sing? 'tis impossible.
Lieu. Why, then I would drink a Drum full: Where lies the Enemy?