Ditty. A porter would not have carried 'um so far for the price.
Bris. Here's a health to the brides, then, out of an extinguisher. I'll find 'um in mice-traps, brushes, steel and tinder-box all their lifetime.
Heath. And I with brooms.
Gum. I'll cut their corns for nothing, and draw their teeth for a touch of their lips.
Ditty. Defer that health till to-morrow; in the meanwhile let's have on[e] to the genius of good ale.
Omnes. Begin't, begin't!
Ditty. Submit, bunch of grapes,
To the strong barley ear:
The weak vine no longer
The laurel shall wear.
Bud. Sack and all drinks else,
Desist from the strife,
Ale's th' only aqua vitæ
And liquor of life.
All Tog. Then come, my boon fellows,
Let's drink it around;
It keeps us from th' grave,
Though it lays us o' th' ground.
Bud. Ale's a physician,
No mountebank bragger,
Can cure the chill ague,
Though't be with the stagger.