BUNG. Here's a pipe o' th' best tobacco that Christendom affords; it grew under the King of Spain's own window. [_To other customers._] By and by; what do you want, sirs? [_Exit._ DITTY. And I warrant he used to fling pisspots out on't. WEL. We'll drink ourselves into fish, and eat ourselves into cormorants; we'll not fast, though it be an eve to a surfeiting gawdy day. HEATH. Is't an eve, say you? pray, what holiday is to-morrow? WEL. Budget's and Ditty's nuptials. Drink freely; all is paid already, and you are Ditty's guests to-night as well as mine. There sit the brides. You shall not leave my house to-night, that I may be sure of you to-morrow morning at the solemnities; be merry then, and free. I'll pardon you your groats to-morrow, and none shall forfeit but he that is not drunk. [_Exit_ WELCOME. HEATH, BRIS, GUM. Joy to the brides and bridegrooms! DITTY. Gentlemen, you may see how quickly a man may be shuffled into a wedding; we liked at first sight, and why should we then defer our joys any longer? BUD. Like the Spanish, I was beaten into love; but at last have overcome, thanks to mine host, that took my part. CURDS. And I cheated into a bride; he that stole away my box made up the match between you and me. BRIS. Is't so, i' faith? then, mistress bride, pray take this box. You know it, I believe, and me too. HEATH. And you this bundle. JEN. The thing I was cheated of! Art thou the thief too? O, the very villain! CURDS. Lay hold of 'um, sweet Budget--the slaves that cheated us in a disguise. DITTY. Come, what's the matter? we'll have no quarrelling to-night; we forgive all. GUM. Then your books may be freed for eighteen-pence; that's all they are engaged for yet, and the budget but for two shillings. DITTY, BUD. We forgive most willing. DITTY. A porter would not have carried 'um so far for the price. BRIS. Here's a health to the brides, then, out of an extinguisher. I'll find 'um in mice-traps, brushes, steel and tinder-box all their lifetime. HEATH. And I with brooms. GUM. I'll cut their corns for nothing, and draw their teeth for a touch of their lips. DITTY. Defer that health till to-morrow; in the meanwhile let's have on[e] to the genius of good ale. OMNES. Begin't, begin't! DITTY. _Submit, bunch of grapes,_ _To the strong barley ear:_ _The weak vine no longer_ _The laurel shall wear._ BUD. _Sack and all drinks else,_ _Desist from the strife,_ _Ale's th' only aqua vitæ_ _And liquor of life._ ALL TOG. _Then come, my boon fellows,_ _Let's drink it around;_ _It keeps us from th' grave,_ _Though it lays us o' th' ground._