Hans. Would I were not so brave in your mouth.—But I can tell you newes, maister Doctor.
Doct. Vat be dat?
Hans. The young Prince hath drunke himselfe mad at my maisters to day.
Doct. By garr, drunke, I tinck.
Hans. No, sir, starke mad; he cryes out as if the towne were a fier.
Doct. By garr, me suspect a ting.
Hans. Nay, I can tell you more newes yet.
Doct. Vat newes?
Hans. If your cap be of capacitie to conceive it now, so it is. Ile deale with you by way of Interrogation:—
Who is it must marry with Lucilia bright?
All day a Painter, and an Earle at night.