Heath. Look here, Bristle, how like shorn sheep they look. Where shall we run? they have cast me into a fit o' th' shaking palsy.
Bris. Come, we'll outface 'um.
Wel. Come, sit down, my jovial boys, and roar. This night we'll suck up all the dew.
Enter Bung, with tobacco.
Bung. Here's a pipe o' th' best tobacco that Christendom affords; it grew under the King of Spain's own window. [To other customers.] By and by; what do you want, sirs? [Exit.
Ditty. And I warrant he used to fling pisspots out on't.
Wel. We'll drink ourselves into fish, and eat ourselves into cormorants; we'll not fast, though it be an eve to a surfeiting gawdy day.
Heath. Is't an eve, say you? pray, what holiday is to-morrow?
Wel. Budget's and Ditty's nuptials. Drink freely; all is paid already, and you are Ditty's guests to-night as well as mine. There sit the brides. You shall not leave my house to-night, that I may be sure of you to-morrow morning at the solemnities; be merry then, and free. I'll pardon you your groats to-morrow, and none shall forfeit but he that is not drunk. [Exit Welcome.
Heath, Bris, Gum. Joy to the brides and bridegrooms!