[SCENE 2.]
Enter Thomas.
Tho. They are all drunke already, and such Confusion in their heads and tongues, my master kisses the next man and calls him Mistres Dorothy; Mr. Courtwell, possest with the spiritt of defiance to Cupid, is ready to beat him for being in love; my Projector dead drunk in a Chaire, and the Captaine peepeing into his mouth like a tooth drawer and powring downe sack which he feeles not, but his chapps shut againe like a spring lock till he returne with a key to open his teeth, to poure in the next health.
Enter Courtwell.
Cou. My Cloake and sword, Drawer.
Tho. Tis here, sir.
Cou. Thou art a pretty fellow; here's half a Crowne, say I am gone Thomas.
Tho. You are pretty well.
Enter Captaine and Underwit.
Un. What shalls doe with him; this Engine burnes like Etna.