_Orl._ Pray sit down, Sir, I know the Lady of the Feast expects not this day so much old custom. _Ami._ Sit down _Montague_; nay, never blush for the matter. _Mont._ Noble Madam, I have t[w]o reasons [a]gainst it, and I dare not; duty to you first, as you are my Lady, and I your poorest servant; next the custom of this days ceremony. _Lam._ As you are my servant, I may command you then. _Mont._ To my life, Lady. _Lam._ Sit down, and here, I'll have it so. _Ami._ Sit down man, never refuse so fair a Ladies offer. _Mont._ It is your pleasure, Madam, not my pride, And I obey; I'll pledge ye now my Lord, Monsieur _Longaville_. _Long._ I thank you, Sir. _Mont._ This to my Lady, and her fair choice to day, and happiness. _Lon._ 'Tis a fair health, I'll pledge you though I sink for't. _Lam. Montague_ you are too modest; come, I'll add a little more wine t'yee, 'twill make you merry, this to the good I wish.---- _Mont._ Honour'd Lady, I shall forget my self with this great bounty. _Lam._ You shall not Sir, give him some Vine. _Ami._ By Heaven you are a worthy woman, and that Man is blest can come near such a Lady. _Lami._ Such a blessing wet weather washes. _Mont._ At all, I will not go a lip less, my Lord. _Orl._ 'Tis well cast, Sir. _Mal._ If _Montague_ get more Wine, we are all like to hear on't. _Lav._ I do not like that sitting there. _Mal._ Nor I, methinks he looks lik[e] a Judge. _La-p._ Now have I a kind of grudging of a beating on me, I fear my hot fit: _Mal._ Drink apace, there's nothing allays a cudgel like it. _Lami. Montague_, now I'll put my choice to you; who do you hold in all this honor'd company a Husband fit to enjoy thy Lady? speak directly. _Mont._ Shall I speak, Madam? _Lami. Montague_ you shall. _Mont._ Then as I have a soul, I'll speak my conscience, Give me more Wine, in _vino veritas_, Here's to my self, and _Montague_ have a care. _Lami._ Speak to th' cause. _Mont._ Yes Madam, first I'll begin to thee. _Lav._ Have at us. _La-p._ Now for a Psalm of mercy. _Mont._ You good Monsieur, you that belye the noble name of Courtier, and think your claim good here, hold up your hand; your Worship is endited here, for a vain glorious fool. _Lav._ Good, oh Sir.