Lady Smart. Pray, my Lord, did not you order the Butler to bring up a Tankard of our October to Sir John? I believe, they stay to brew it.
[The Butler brings up the Tankard to Sir John.
Sir John. Won’t your Ladyship please to drink first?
Lady Smart. No, Sir John; ’tis in a very good Hand; I’ll pledge you.
Col. [to Ld. Smart.] My Lord, I love October as well as Sir John; and I hope, you won’t make Fish of one, and Flesh of another.
Ld. Smart. Colonel, you’re heartily welcome. Come, Sir John, take it by Word of Mouth, and then give it the Colonel.
[Sir John drinks.
Ld. Smart. Well, Sir John, how do you like it?
Sir John. Not as well as my own in Darbyshire; ’tis plaguy small.