My maide Dorothy a Knights Daughter and heire! Doe you know your yong
Mistresse.
Foo. I shall be happie to see her and present her with a Letter & some token from her Ladie Mother.
Ri. I pray trust me to deliver it.
Foo. With all my hart, Sir, you may comand.
[Enter Thomas.
Ri. Thomas, pray entertaine this footman in the butterie; let him drinke and refresh himselfe, and set the cold chine of Beefe before him: he has ranne hard.
Tho. That will stay his stomach, indeed, but Claret is your only binder.
Foo. Sack, while you live, after a heat, Sir.
Tho. Please you, my friend, ile shew you the way to be drunke.
[Exit. [Tho. with footman.