ILF. A thousand good days, my noble bully, and as many good fortunes as there were grasshoppers in Egypt, and that's covered over with good luck. But nouns, pronouns and participles! where be these rogues here? what, shall we have no wine here? _Enter_ DRAWER. DRAW. Anon, anon, sir. ILF. Anon, goodman rascal, must we stay your leisure? give't us by and by, with a pox to you. SCAR. O, do not hurt the fellow. [_Exit_ DRAWER. ILF. Hurt him! hang him, scrapetrencher, stair-wearer,[381] wine-spiller, metal-clanker, rogue by generation. Why, dost hear, Will? If thou dost not use these grape-spillers as you do their pottle-pots, quoit them down-stairs three or four times at a supper, they'll grow as saucy with you as serjeants, and make bills more unconscionable than tailors. _Enter_ DRAWER. DRAW. Here's the pure and neat grape, gentlemen, I assure you.[382] ILF. Fill up: what have you brought here, goodman rogue? DRAW. The pure element of claret, sir. ILF. Have you so, and did not I call for Rhenish, you mongrel? [_Throws the wine in the_ DRAWER'S _face_. SCAR. Thou need'st no wine; I prythee, be more mild. ILF. Be mild in a tavern? 'tis treason to the red lattice,[383] enemy to their sign-post, and slave to humour: prythee, let's be mad. _Sings this. Then fill our heads with wine Till every pate be drunk, then piss i'the street, Jostle all you meet, And swagger with a punk_-- As thou wilt do now and then: thank me, thy good master, that brought thee to it. WEN. Nay, he profits well; but the worst is, he will not swear yet. SCAR. Do not belie me: if there be any good in me, that's the best. Oaths are necessary for nothing; they pass out of a man's mouth, like smoke through a chimney, that files[384] all the way it goes. WEN. Why then I think tobacco to be a kind of swearing; for it furs our nose pockily. SCAR. But, come, let's drink ourselves into a stomach afore supper. ILF. Agreed. I'll begin with a new health. Fill up. _To them that make land fly, By wines, whores, and a die: To them that only thrives By kissing others' wives: To them that pay for clothes With nothing but with oaths: Care not from whom they get, So they may be in debt. This health, my hearts! [_Drinks_. But who their tailors pay, Borrow, and keep their day, We'll hold him like this glass, A brainless, empty ass, And not a mate for us_. Drink round, my hearts! WEN. An excellent health. _Enter_ DRAWER. DRAW. Master Ilford, there's a couple of strangers beneath desires to speak with you. ILF. What beards have they? gentlemenlike-beards, or brokerlike-beards? DRAW. I am not so well acquainted with the art of face-mending, sir: but they would speak with you. ILF. I'll go down to them. WEN. Do; and we'll stay here and drink tobacco.[385]