Jolly. By this hand, he's drunk.
Tai. Nay, then, I arrest you, in mine own name, at his majesty's suit.
Wild. As I live, thou shalt not beat him.
Jolly. Beat him! I'll kiss him. I'll pay him, and carry him about with me, and be at the charge of sack to keep him in the humour.
[He hugs the quart-pot.
Tai. Help, rescue! I'll have his body: no bail shall serve.
Enter Drawer.
Draw. Sir, yonder is a gentleman would speak with you. I do not like his followers.
Jolly. What are they? bailiffs?
Draw. Little better.