Suc. So said so don, brave ladd; come, letts have a daunce, some daunce and some play.
Mus. Anything to please you, noble Captaine.
Suc. Lively then, my hearts; some country Jigg or soe. Oh those playes that I have seene of youre, with their Jiggs[85] ith tayles of them[86] like your French forces! Death, I am a rorging (roaring?) boy; but, come, stir your shanks nimbly or Ile hough ye. Strike up there!
[Daunce.
Grimes. Well don, my hearts; drinke, drinke.
Suc. Goe you in, Ile follow you.
Om[nes]. Come, Captaine.
Suc. Farewell, Steward.
Mus. Dee heare, Captaine?
Suc. With me, my fine treble knave? umh, thou dost tickle minikin as nimbly—