_Cro._ So serve it plentifully, And lose not time to enquire the cause; There is a main design that hangs upon this bounty. See the Table furnisht with Wine too, That discovers secrets which tortures cannot open: Open the doors too of the several prisons, And give all free entrance into this room. Undiscover'd I can here mark all. _Enter_ Tib. Mast. Here's Captain careless, and the tough Ship-master, The slaves are nos'd like Vultures How wild they look. _Tib._ Ha, the mistery of this, Some good Hobgoblin rise and reveal. _Mast._ I'm amazed at it: nor can I sound the intent. _Tib._ Is not this bread, Substantial bread, not painted? _Mast._ But take heed, You may be poisoned. _Tib._ I am sure I am famish'd; And famine, as the wise man says, Gripes the guts as much as any Mineral. This may be _Treacle_ sent to preserve me After a long Fast: or be it _Vipers_ spittle, I'll run the hazard. _Mast._ We are past all fear, I'll take part with ye. _Tib._ Do: and now i'faith, how d'ye feel your self? I find great ease in't. What's here; Wine, and it be thy Will; Strong lusty Wine. Well, fools may talk Of _Mythridate_, Cordials, and _Elixirs_. But from my youth this was my only Physick. Here's a colour, what Ladies cheek, Though cerus'd over, comes near it? It sparkles too: hangs out Diamonds. Oh my sweet-heart, how I will hug thee, Again, and again! They are poor drunkards, And not worth thy favors, That number thy moist kisses in these Crystals. _Mast._ But Mounsieur, Here are Suckets, and sweet dishes. _Tib._ Tush, boys meat, I am past it; here's strong food fit for men: Nectar, old lad. Mistriss of merry hearts, Once more I am bold with you. _Mast._ Take heed (man) Too much will breed distemper. _Tib._ Hast thou liv'd at Sea The most part of thy life, where to be sober While we have Wine aboard, is capital Treason; And dost thou preach sobriety? _Mast._ Prethee forbear, We may offend in it; we know not for whom It was provided. _Tib._ I am sure for me: therefore _footra_, When I am full, let 'em hang me, I care not. _Enter_ Albert, Aminta, Raymond, Lamure, Morrillat, Franvile, _severally_. _Mast._ This has been his temper ever. See, provoking dishes; candid _Eringoes_, And _Potatoes_. _Tib._ I'll not touch 'em, I will drink; But not a bit on a march, I'll be an Eunuch rather. _Mast._ Who are these? _Tib._ Marry, who you will; I keep my Text here. _Alb. Raymond!_ _Ray. Albert!_ _Tib._ Away, I'll be drunk alone; Keep off Rogues, or I'll belch ye into air; Not a drop here.