Sim. Sure. I must, ere I drink, by your leave, go in all haste
To a place or two with earnest letters of his.
C. Custance. Then come drink here with me.
Sim. Sure. I thank you.
C. Custance. Do not miss.
You shall have a token to your master with you.
Sim. Sure. No tokens this time, gramercies. God be with you. [Exeat.
C. Custance. Surely, this fellow misdeemeth some ill in me;
Which thing, but God help, will go near to spill me.
R. Roister. Yea, farewell, fellow, and tell thy master Goodluck,