CLOWN. O mistress, if ever you have seen Demoniseacleer, look into mine eyes: mine eyes are Severn, plain Severn; the Thames nor the river of Tweed are nothing to them: nay, all the rain that fell at Noah's flood had not the discretion that my eyes have: that drunk but up the whole world, and I have drowned all the way betwixt this and London. CLARE. Thy news, good Robin. CLOWN. My news, mistress? I'll tell you strange news. The dust upon London way being so great, that not a lord, gentleman, knight, or knave could travel, lest his eyes should be blown out: at last they all agreed to hire me to go before them, when I, looking but upon this letter, did with this water, this very water, lay the dust, as well as if it had rained from the beginning of April till the last of May. CLARE. A letter from my Scarborow I give it thy mistress. CLOWN. But, mistress-- CLARE. Prythee, begone, I would not have my father nor these gentlemen Be witness of the comfort it doth bring. CLOWN. O, but mistress-- CLARE. Prythee, begone, With this and the glad news leave me alone. [_Exit_ CLOWN. THOM. 'Tis your turn, knight; take your liquor, know I am bountiful; I'll forgive any man anything that he owes me but his drink, and that I'll be paid for. CLARE. Nay, gentlemen, the honesty of mirth Consists not in carousing with excess; My father hath more welcomes than in wine. Pray you, no more. THOM. Says my sister so? I'll be ruled by thee then. But do you hear? I hope hereafter you'll lend me some money. Now we are half-drunk, let's go to dinner. Come, knight. [_Exeunt_. _Manet_ CLARE.