[Drinks.
Tin. First to your own Morisco! So, this health's gone round.
Fri. Now when our throats are clear, let's join together
In some choice musical air.
All. Agreed, agreed,
What shall we have?
Fri. What may enliven love,
And feather fancy with Icarian wings.
All. We must be mounting then. Your subject, madam?
Fri. Le Drollere Amaranto.
All. Dainty airs,
And lines to suit them: we shall follow you.
Song, in various Airs.