Draw. What Wine will you be pleased to drink, Gentlemen?
Pett. Ask the good Woman: speak Mistress.
Com. Canary for her; I know what relishes her Palat best. A Quart of brisk Canary, Boy.
Draw. Ye shall have the best in England.—Coming, Coming, Sir.
[Exit.
Com. What call you this same Tavern, Mr. Attorney?
Pett. The King’s Head, Sir.
Com. The King’s Head: Marry, it has a good Neighbour of Guild-hall. It takes many a fair Pound upon that ’n Account, I warrant you.
Draw. (within) A Quart of Canary in the King’s-head, score.
Enter Drawer, fills a Glass, and gives it Compasse.
Draw. Sir, Here’s a Glass of the richest Canary that ever came over, the very Quintessence of the Grape I assure you.