Grac. What, naked, Bos?
Bos. As ye see, will ye heare my suite, signior?
Gra. Drunk, & his cloathes stoln, what theef would do it?
Bos. Any theefe, sir, but no true[318] man.
Gra. Wel, Bos, to obtaine a suit at my handes, and to doe some pennance for your fault, you shall heere maintaine an argument in the defence of drunkennes. Mine Host shall heere it, ile be your opponent, Acutus moderator: wilt thou doe it?
Host. A mad merrie grig;[319] all good spirits; wilt thou doe it, Bos?
Bos. Ile doo't.
Grac. Seate yee, heres my place; now, Bos, propound.
Bos. Drunkenness is a vertue.
Gra. Your proofe.