First Ser. You a soldier, lickspoon?
Second Ser. I've drawn a sword, sir!
First Ser. Ay, and cut a cheese.
Third Ser. [Lifting flask] Here's to——
Fourth Ser. [Seizing flask] No man shall guzzle my master's wine before me. [Drains vessel]
Third Ser. [Sadly, turning up empty flask] Not after you, either.
Fifth Ser. Well, well, and two moons back we were saying grace over ditch-water!
Sixth Ser. Ay, we were good Christians then. A full stomach makes lean prayers. Now we've such a plenty we can spare the devil a fillip, and never a grace for it.
First Ser. [Tugging at table] Take a leg there! This is no grasshopper. [Others help him move table to wall, right] Look about you! The maskers will be in here.
Second Ser. Here? They'll be everywhere to-night. Such a jig-making over the new prince!