Vin. How is it, noble ladies? Your honours shall want no rarities that our storehouse may afford you.
Cav. A glass of muscadella for me. Here, Madam Fricase, to Monsieur Florello!
[Drinks.
Fri. This court'sy, madam, must not beget in you a forgetfulness of Caranto.
Cav. So nearly he's unbosomed, you need not fear it.
Jul. Nectarella for me. Here, princely Joculette, to your Salibrand!
[Drinks.
Joc. Meantime, remember loyal Palisado.
Jul. No individual can be well forgot.
Med. Medea shall be mine. This, Madam Tinder, to your Tillyvally!