Doct. I, by garr: heere be de powdra, you give de halfe at once.
Flo. But are you sure it will worke the effect?
Doct. Me be sure? by garr she no sooner drinke but shee hang your neck about; she stroake your beard; she nippe your sheeke; she busse your lippe, by garr.
Flo. What, wilt thou eate me, Doctor?
Doct. By garr, mee must shew you de vertue by plaine demonstration.
Flo. Well, tell me, is it best in wine or no?
Doct. By garr de Marshan, de Marshan, I tinck he kisse my sweete mistresse.
Flo. Nay, pray thee, Doctor, speake; is't best in wine or no?
Doct. O, good Lort! in vyne: vat else I pray you? you give de vench to loove vatra? be garre me be ashame of you.
Flo. Well, thankes, gentle Doctor. And now (my friends) I looke to day for strangers of great state, And must crave libertie to provide for them. Painter, goe leave your worke, and you, Lucilia, Keepe you (I charge you) in your chamber close. [Exeunt Cass. and Lucilia. Haunce, see that all things be in order set Both for our Musicke and our large Carowse, That (after our best countrie fashion) I may give entertainment to the Prince.