[The Gentlemen alone.
Ld. Smart. Come, John, bring us a fresh Bottle.
Col. Ay, my Lord; and, pray, let him carry off the dead Men (as we say in the Army.)
[Meaning the empty Bottles.
Ld. Sparkish. Mr. Neverout, pray, is not that Bottle full?
Neverout. Yes, my Lord; full of Emptiness.
Ld. Smart. And, d’ye hear, John? bring clean Glasses.
Col. I’ll keep mine; for I think, the Wine is the best Liquor to wash Glasses in.