DRA. Marry, ye came into the Bell—our room next the bar—with this honest man, as I take it.
FAU. As thou tak'st it?
PUR. O, sir, 'tis too true, too true, too true. O Lord.
DRA. And there he call'd for a pint of sack, as good sack (I'll be pos'd upon all the books that ever opened and shut), as any in all Christendom.
FAU. Body of me, I come and call for sack?
PUR. O, ye did, ye did, ye did. O, O.
JOHN. Well, forward, sirrah.
RICH. Gloster hath done this jest. [Aside.
DRA. And you call'd then for sugar, sir, as good sugar and as wholesome, as ever came in any cup of sack: you drank to this man, and you do well, God be thanked—but he no sooner drank—
PUR. But I, but I, but I—O my head! O my heart!