Bac. Master Petro, this was kindly done of you.
Pet. What's my master a-doing, can you tell?
Bac. Why, they are as jovial as twenty beggars, drink their whole cups, six glasses at a health: your master's almost tipped already.
Pet. So much the better, his business is the sooner dispatched.
Julia. Well let us not stand idle, but verify the proverb, Like master, like man; and it shall go hard, Master Petro, but we will put you in the same cue.
Pet. Let me have fair play, put nothing in my cup, and do your worst.
Bac. Unless the cup have that virtue to retain the print of a kiss or the glance of an eye, to enamour you: nothing else, I assure you.
Pet. For that I shall be more thirsty of than of the liquor.
Julia. Then let's make no more words, but about it presently. Come, Master Petro, will you walk in?
Pet. I attend you.