+Julia.+ Well let us not stand idle, but verify the proverb, _Like master, like man_; and it shall go hard, Master Petro, but we will put you in the same cue. +Pet.+ Let me have fair play, put nothing in my cup, and do your worst. +Bac.+ Unless the cup have that virtue to retain the print of a kiss or the glance of an eye, to enamour you: nothing else, I assure you. +Pet.+ For that I shall be more thirsty of than of the liquor. +Julia.+ Then let's make no more words, but about it presently. Come, Master Petro, will you walk in? +Pet.+ I attend you. +Bac.+ It shall go hard, but I'll drink him asleep, and then work some knavery upon him. [_Exeunt._ _Enter +Duke+, +Leonardo+, and the +Antiquary+ drunk._ +Ant.+ I'll drink with all Xerxes' army now; a whole river at a draught. +Duke.+ By'r lady, sir, that requires a large swallow. +Ant.+ 'Tis all one to our noble duke's health: I can drink no less, not a drop less; and you his servants will pledge me, I am sure. +Leo.+ Yes, sir, if you could show us a way, when we had done, how to build water-mills in our bellies. +Ant.+ Do you what you will; for my part, I will begin it again and again, till Bacchus himself shall stand amazed at me. +Leo.+ But should this quantity of drink come up, 'twere enough to breed a deluge, and drown a whole country. +Ant.+ No matter, they can ne'er die better than to be drowned in the duke's health. +Duke.+ Well, sir, I'll acquaint him how much he is beholden to you. +Ant.+ Will you believe me, gentlemen, upon my credit? +Leo.+ Yes, sir, anything. +Ant.+ Do you see these breeches then? +Leo.+ Ay, what of them? +Ant.+ These were Pompey's breeches, I assure you. +Duke.+ Is't possible? +Ant.+ He had his denomination from them: he was called Pompey the Great, from wearing these great breeches. +Leo.+ I never heard so much before. +Ant.+ And this was Julius Cæsar's hat, when he was killed in the Capitol; and I am as great as either of them at this present. +Leo.+ Like enough so. +Ant.+ And in my conceit I am as honourable. +Duke.+ If you are not, you deserve to be. +Ant.+ Where's Signor Petrucio? _Enter +Petrucio+ and +Gasparo+._ +Pet.+ Nay, good father, do not trouble me now; 'tis enough now, that I have promised you to go to the duke with me; in the meantime, let me work out matters; do not clog me in the way of my preferment. When I am a nobleman, I will do by you, as Jupiter did by the other deities; that is, I will let down my chair of honour, and pull you up after me.[352] +Gas.+ Well, you shall rule me, son. [_Exit._ +Duke.+ Signor, where have you been?