TOSS. Full, quotha? he is too full, I promise thee.
DICER. And will he lash it out so lustily?
TOSS. Exceedingly, unreasonably, unmeasureably.
DICER. Then may such mates as we, that be so bare,
Hope some way or other to catch a share.
TOM. Assure thyself that; but whist, he cometh here:
Let's entertain him with familiar cheer.
DICER. In order, then, bravely.
[Retire.
SCENE III.
Enter PRODIGALITY, with MONEY.
PROD. How is't, my sweet Money, shall we be lusty now?