Capt. Four or six! 'tis rich Canary: it came from beyond the seas.
Tim. I will do no courtesy at this time, sir; yet for one cup I care not, because it comes from beyond the seas. I think 'tis outlandish wine.
Sue. Look how it glides!
Mis. Coote. Now, truly, the gentleman drinks as like one Master Widgeon, a kinsman of mine——
Lieut. Pox on you! heildom![56]
Tim. I ha' heard of that Widgeon, I ha' been taken for him; and now I think on't, a cup of this is better than our four-shilling beer at home.
Lieut. You must drink another, sir: you drank to nobody.
Tim. Is it the law that, if a man drinks to nobody, he must drink again?
Omnes. Ay, ay, ay. Fill his glass.
Tim. Why, then, I will drink to nobody once more, because I will drink again.