Alex. Did not I tell you? More wine there, drawer.
Sue. This pageant's worth the seeing, by this hand.
Tim. Methinks this glass was better that t'other, gentlemen.
Capt. O sir, the deeper the sweeter ever.
Tim. Do you think so?
Lieut. Ever that when ye drink to nobody.
Tim. Why, then, I pray give me t'other cup, that I may drink to somebody.
Mis. Coote. I have not drunk yet, sir.
Alex. Again, ye witch! Drink to the young gentlewoman.
Tim. Mistress Lindabrides.