Crac. Is my Mistress stirring?
Mag. In truth, I know not.
Sir Geff. Nephew, demeane your selfe with[64] all respect
Toward the gentlewoman you affect.
You must learne with here since the citty
Could spare you none.—Ile to the lady.
[Exeunt Bunch, Sir Geff. and Mag.
Crac. Captaine, shalls into th'Celler, Captaine?
Suc. I like the Motion.
Crac. Come away, then: there is indifferent liquor in this house, but that ith towne is most abominable. Weele drinke our owne healths, Captaine.
Suc. Well considered; 'tis for our reputation.
[Exeunt omnes.