+Mis. Coote.+ Precious dotterel! [_Aside._ +Capt.+ Sir, I shall call it a courtesy if you shall please to vouchsafe to pledge me. +Tim.+ What is't, brother? Four or six?[55] +Capt.+ Four or six! 'tis rich Canary: it came from beyond the seas. +Tim.+ I will do no courtesy at this time, sir; yet for one cup I care not, because it comes from beyond the seas. I think 'tis outlandish wine. +Sue.+ Look how it glides! +Mis. Coote.+ Now, truly, the gentleman drinks as like one Master Widgeon, a kinsman of mine---- +Lieut.+ Pox on you! heildom![56] +Tim.+ I ha' heard of that Widgeon, I ha' been taken for him; and now I think on't, a cup of this is better than our four-shilling beer at home. +Lieut.+ You must drink another, sir: you drank to nobody. +Tim.+ Is it the law that, if a man drinks to nobody, he must drink again? +Omnes.+ Ay, ay, ay. Fill his glass. +Tim.+ Why, then, I will drink to nobody once more, because I will drink again. +Alex.+ Did not I tell you? More wine there, drawer. +Sue.+ This pageant's worth the seeing, by this hand. +Tim.+ Methinks this glass was better that t'other, gentlemen. +Capt.+ O sir, the deeper the sweeter ever. +Tim.+ Do you think so? +Lieut.+ Ever that when ye drink to nobody. +Tim.+ Why, then, I pray give me t'other cup, that I may drink to somebody. +Mis. Coote.+ I have not drunk yet, sir. +Alex.+ Again, ye witch! Drink to the young gentlewoman. +Tim.+ Mistress Lindabrides. +Sue.+ Thanks, most ingenious sir. +Tim.+ She's a little shame-faced. The deeper the sweeter, forsooth. +Alex.+ Pox on you for a coxcomb! _Enter +Ancient Young+ [standing aside]._ +Anc.+ I' th' next room I have seen and heard all. O noble soldiers! +Tim.+ Here, boys, give us some more wine. There's a hundred marks, gallants; 'tis your own, an' do but let me bear an office amongst ye. I know as great a matter has been done for as small a sum. Pray let me follow the fashion. +Capt.+ Well, for once take up the money. Give me a cup of sack, and give me your hand, sir; and, because our Flemish corporal was lately choked at Delft with a flap-dragon,[57] bear you his name and place, and be henceforth called Corporal Cods-head. Let the health go round! +Tim.+ Round! An' this go not round!--Some wine there, tapster. Is there ne'er a tapster i' th' house? [_+Ancient+ shows himself._ +Alex.+ My worthy friend, thou'rt master of thy word. Gentlemen, 'tis Ancient Young; you're soldiers; come, come, save cap: compliment in cup. Prythee, sit down. +Anc.+ Are you a captain, sir? +Capt.+ Yes. +Anc.+ And you a lieutenant? +Lieut.+ Yes. +Anc.+ I pray, where served you last? +Capt.+ Why, at the battle of Prague.[58]