_Coo._ If you'l have the pasty speak, 'tis in my power, I have fire enough to work it; come, stand close, And now rehearse the Song, we may be perfect, The drinking Song, and say I were the Brothers. The drinking SONG. _Drink to day and drown all sorrow._ _You shall perhaps not do it to morrow._ _Best while you have it use your breath,_ _There is no drinking after death._ _Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit,_ _There is no cure 'gainst age but it._ _It helps the head-ach, cough and tissick,_ _And is for all diseases Physick._ _Then let us swill boyes for our health,_ _Who drinks well, loves the common-wealth._ _And he that will to bed go sober,_ _Falls with the leaf still in October._ Well have you born your selves; a red Deer Pye, Boyes, And that no lean one, I bequeath your vertues; What friends hast thou to day? no citizens? _Pant._ Yes Father, the old Crew. _Coo._ By the mass true wenches: Sirrah, set by a chine of Beef, and a hot Pasty, And let the Joll of Sturgeon be corrected: And do you mark Sir, stalk me to a Pheasant, And see if you can shoot her in the Sellar. _Pant._ God a mercy Lad, send me thy roaring bottles, And with such Nectar I will see 'em fill'd, That all thou speak'st shall be pure Helicon. _Enter_ Latorch. Monsieur _Latorch_? what news with him? Save you. _Lat._ Save you Master, save you Gentlemen, You are casting for this preparation; This joyfull supper for the royal Brothers: I'm glad I have met you fitly, for to your charge My bountifull brave Butler, I must deliver A Bevie of young Lasses, that must look on This nights solemnity, and see the two Dukes, Or I shall lose my credit; you have Stowage? _But._ For such freight I'le find room, and be your servant. _Coo._ Bring them, they shall not starve here, I'le send 'em victuals Shall work you a good turn, though't be ten days hence, Sir. _Lat._ God a mercy noble Master. _Coo._ Nay, I'le do't. _Yeo._ And wine they shall not want, let 'em drink like Ducks. _Lat._ What misery it is that minds so royal, And such most honest bounties, as yours are, Should be confin'd thus to uncertainties? _But._ I, were the State once setled, then we had places. _Yeo._ Then we could shew our selves, and help our friends, Sir. _Coo._ I, then there were some savour in't, where now We live between two stools, every hour ready To tumble on our noses; and for ought we know yet, For all this Supper, ready to fast the next day. _Lat._ I would fain speak unto you out of pitie, Out of the love I bear you, out of honesty, For your own goods; nay, for the general blessing. _Coo._ And we would as fain hear you, pray go forward.