Bo. Nay, faith, sir, we must have some smith to give the butler a drench, or cut him in the forehead, for he hath got a horses desease, namely the staggers; to night hees a good huswife, he reeles al that he wrought to day; and he were good now to play at dice, for he castes[1714] excellent well. 7
Fran. How meanst thou? is he drunke?
Boy. I cannot tell; but I am sure hee hath more liquor in him then a whole dicker[1715] of hydes; hees sockt throughly, i faith. 10
Fran. Well, goe and call him; bid him bring me drinke.
Boy. I will, sir.
Exit.
Fran. My mother powtes, and will looke merrily
Neither upon my father nor on me:
He saies she fell out with mistresse Barnes to day; 15
Then I am sure they'l not be quickly friends.