Enter Vincent, Ranger, and Dapperwit.
Dap. Pray, Mr. Ranger, let's have no drinking to-night.
Vin. Pray, Mr. Ranger, let's have no Dapperwit to-night.
Ran. Nay, nay, Vincent.
Vin. A pox! I hate his impertinent chat more than he does the honest Burgundy.
Dap. But why should you force wine upon us? we are not all of your gusto.
Vin. But why should you force your chawed jests, your damned ends of your mouldy lampoons, and last year's sonnets, upon us? we are not all of your gusto.
Dap. The wine makes me sick, let me perish!
Vin. Thy rhymes make me spew.
Ran. At repartee already! Come, Vincent. I know you would rather have him pledge you: here, Dapperwit—[Gives him the glass.]—But why are you so eager to have him drink always?