Sir Dav. With all my heart, and all his works too.
Four. Nay, sir, you must do me right,[45] I assure you.
Sir Dav. Not so full, not so full, that's too much of all conscience: in troth, friend, these are sad times, very sad times; but here's to you.
Four. Pox o' the times! the times are well enough, so long as a man has money in his pocket.
Sir Dav. 'Tis true, here I have been bargaining with you about a murder, but never consider that idolatry is coming in full speed upon the nation. Pray what religion are you of, friend?
Four. What religion am I of, sir? Sir, your humble servant.
Sir Dav. Truly a good conscience is a great happiness; and so I'll pledge you, hemph, hemph. But shan't the dog be murdered this night?
Four. My brother rogue is gone by this time to set him, and the business shall be done effectually, I'll warrant you. Here's rest his soul.
Sir Dav. With all my heart, faith; I hate to be uncharitable.
Re-enter Courtine and Drawer.