Grimes. Out of a bad-house, sir.
Lov. A Bawdie house, I warrant.
Grimes. Yes sir.
Lov. Why, now its out.
Grimes. I, and tis well your worships out.
Lov. Noe, noe, it had bin better had I never gon in; but on, on.
Grimes. You were, sir,—as they say, sir—you had gotten a Cup to much.
Lov. Hang Cupps, my friend excepted; goe to; speake plaine; I was drunke was I?
Grimes. Yes, sir; you were not able to stand when you came out, sir?
Lov. Out of the Bawdy-house? I beleave thee; nay, I am a right Lovell I, I look like a shotten herring now for't. Jone's as good as my lady in the darke wee me. I have no more Roe than a goose in me; but on to the mischiefe, on.