3 B. Here's mine yet.
1 B. Come, come let's drink then more Brand Wine.
Boy. Here Sir.
1 B. If e'r I catch your Sow-gelder, by this hand I'll strip him: Were ever Fools so ferkt? We have two Cloaks yet; And all our Caps; the Devil take the Flincher.
All B. Yaw, yaw, yaw, yaw.
Enter Hemskirk.
Hem. Good do'n my honest Fellows, You are merry here I see.
3 B. 'Tis all we have left, Sir.
Hem. What hast thou? Aqua vitae?
Boy. Yes.