C. Fred. O, this music
And good wine is the soul of all the world.
Sir J. Wor. Come, will your lordship make one at primero,
Until your bride come forth?
Nev. You can play well, my lord.
C. Fred. Who, I?
Pen. Who? my lord? the only player at primero i' the court.
Abra. I'd rather play at bowls.
Pen. My lord's for you for that, too: the only bowler in London that is not a churchwarden.
Nev. Can he fence well, too, Master Pendant?
Pen. Who? my lord? the only fencer in Christendom. He'll hit you.
Abra. He shall not hit me, I assure you, now.