And. I will souse them:
Ser. Drink to 'em, sir, if that you'll have 'em quiet.
And. Is that the way? Here's to you, my friends, a whole one.
Bag. Were't not for that good gentleman, thou'dst smoke for't.
Rhyme. Had I not vow'd some reverence to his presence,
Thou hadst been nothing.
Bag. 'Fore Mars, I was dry.
This valour's thirsty: fill to my antagonist.
Rhyme. No, mine own dish will serve; I'm singular.
Few vessels still do well. I carry this
To drink my beer, while others drink their sack.
I am abstemious Rhymewell: I hate wine,
Since I spake treason last i' th' cellar. Here,
Give me thy hand, thou child of fervency.
Didst thou mistrust thy spectacles?
It was no anger, 'twas a rapture merely.
Chris. Drink, and excuse it after. James, your help!
Come, man of voice, keep time, while that I drink.
This moisture shall dry up all injuries,
Which I'll remember only to forget;
And so hereafter, which I'm wont to call
The future now, I love thee stubbornly.
Your beer is like my words, strong, stinging gear.
Catch. Here, little lawyer, let's be friends hereafter;
I love this reconcilement with my heart.
And. 'Tis the best deed that e'er I did. O' my conscience,
I shall make a good justice of the peace.
There had been blood shed if I had not stickled.[199]