Nich. Indeed, as long lives the merrie man as the sad; an ownce of debt will not pay a pound of care. 115
Coom. Nay, a pound of care will not pay an ownce of debt.
Nich. Well, tis a good horse never stumbles: but who lies here?
Coom. Tis our Hodge, and I thinke he lies asleep: you made him drunk at your house to day; but Ile pepper some of you fort.
Nic. I, Richard, I know youle put a man over the shooes, and if you can; but hees a foole wil take more then wil do him good.
Coom. Sbloud, ye shall take more then will doe yee good, or Ile make ye clap under the table. 123
Nich. Nay, I hope, as I have temperance to forbeare drinke, so have I patience to endure drinke: Ile do as company doth; for when a man doth to Rome come, he must do as there is done. 126
Coomes. Ha, my resolved Nicke, frolagozene![1725] Fill the potte, hostesse; swounes, you whore! Harry Hooke's a rascall. Helpe me but carry my fellow Hodge in, and weele crushe it, i faith.
Exeunt.