Mer. The sentence of your state.
Val. Let it be hang'd then, and let it be hang'd high enough, I may not see it.
Unc. A gracious resolution.
Val. What would you have else with me, will you go drink, and let the world slide, Uncle? Ha, ha, ha, boyes, drink Sack like Whey, boyes.
Mer. Have you no feeling, Sir?
Val. Come hither Merchant: make me a supper, thou most reverent Land-catcher, a supper of forty pounds.
Mer. What then, Sir?
Val. Then bring thy Wife along, and thy fair Sisters, thy Neighbours and their Wives, and all their trinkets, let me have forty Trumpets, and such Wine, we'll laugh at all the miseries of Mortgage, and then in state I'le render thee an answer.
Mer. What say you to this?
Unc. I dare not say, nor think neither.