BOY. Spoken like a right malster, Hodge: but dost thou hear? thou art not drunk?
HOD. No, I scorn that, i'faith.
BOY.[278] But thy fellow Dick Coomes is mightily drunk.
HOD. Drunk! a plague on it, when a man cannot carry his drink well! 'sblood, I'll stand to it.
BOY. Hold, man; see, and thou canst stand first.
HOD. Drunk! he's a beast, and he be drunk; there's no man that is a sober man will be drunk; he's a boy, and he be drunk.
BOY. No, he's a man as thou art.
HOD. Thus 'tis, when a man will not be ruled by his friends: I bad him keep under the lee, but he kept down the weather two bows; I told him he would be taken with a planet, but the wisest of us all may fall.
BOY. True, Hodge. [Boy trips him.
HOD. Whoop! lend me thy hand, Dick, I am fall'n into a well; lend me thy hand, I shall be drowned else.