Lady W. Let's eat up her good cheer: a niggard's feast
Is best, they say.
Dot. Shall we have wine good store?
Bar. O, fear not that.
Dot. Hold, belly, hold, i' faith!
Bar. Yes, and brain too.
Dot. Nay, for my brain,
Let me alone, I fear not that: no wine
Can hurt my brain.
Lady W. Say you so, Master Dotterel?
Why, such a brain I love.
Dot. Madam, I am glad
I had it for you.
Lady W. For me, sir?
Dot. Yes, lady,
'Tis at your service; so is the whole body.
Did I not tickle her there, old lad?