Painters no other face portray—each sign
O'er alehouse hung shall change its head for thine.
Poets shall cancel their unpublish'd lays,
And none presume to write but in thy praise.
Distaf. [fetches a bottle and glass.] And may I then, without offending, crave
My love to taste of this, the best I have?
King. Were it the vilest liquor upon earth,
Thy touch would render it of matchless worth;
Dear shall the gift be held that comes from you;
Best proof of love [drinks],'tis full-proof Hodges' too;