Marg. We are oblig'd to your Goodness in excusing our Rudeness.
Mil. Prithee, Margery, don't trouble the Gentleman with Compliments.
Mar. Lord, Husband, if one had no more Manners than you, the Gentleman would take us all for Hogs.
Dick. Now I think the more Compliments the less Manners.
King. I think so too. Compliments in Discourse, I believe, are like Ceremonies in Religion; the one has destroy'd all true Piety, and the other all Sincerity and Plain-dealing.
Mil. Then a Fig for all Ceremony and Compliments too: Give us thy Hand; and let us drink and be merry.
King. Right, honest Miller, let us drink and be merry. Come, have you got e'er a good Song?
Mil. Ah! my singing Days are over, but my Man Joe has got an excellent one; and if you have a Mind to hear it, I'll call him in.
King. With all my Heart.
Mil. Joe!