Alex. I say they shall.
Tim. Let me go down and wash my face first.
Alex. Your face is a fine face. My brother, gentlemen.
Capt. Sir, you're victoriously welcome.
Tim. That word has e'en conquered me.
Lieut. I desire to kiss your hand, sir.
Tim. Indeed, but you shall not, sir: I went out early, and forgot to wash them.
Mis. Coote. Precious dotterel! [Aside.
Capt. Sir, I shall call it a courtesy if you shall please to vouchsafe to pledge me.
Tim. What is't, brother? Four or six?[55]