_Youn[g] Lo_. Here's to you Sir, this is the worst I wish you for your news: and if I had another elder Brother, and say it were his chance to feed Haddocks, I should be still the same you see me now, a poor contented Gentleman. More wine for my friend there, he's dry again. _Elder Lo_. I shall be if I follow this beginning. Well my dear Brother, if I scape this drowning, 'tis your turn next to sink, you shall duck twice before I help you. Sir I cannot drink more; pray let me have your pardon. _Young Lo_. O Lord Sir, 'tis your modestie: more wine, give him a bigger glass; hug him my Captain, thou shalt be my chief mourner. _Capt_. And this my pennon: Sir, a full carouse to you, and to my Lord of Land here. _Elder Lo_. I feel a buzzing in my brains, pray God they bear this out, and I'le ne're trouble them so far again. Here's to you Sir. _Young Lo_. To my dear Steward, down o' your knees you infidel, you Pagan; be drunk and penitent. _Savil._ Forgive me Sir, and I'le be any thing. _Young Lo._ Then be a Baud, I'le have thee a brave Baud. _Elder Lo._ Sir, I must take my leave of you, my business is so urgent. _Young Lo._ Let's have a bridling cast before you go. Fill's a new stoupe. _Elder Lo._ I dare not Sir, by no means. _Young Lo._ Have you any mind to a wench? I would fain gratifie you for the pains you took Sir. _Elder Lo._ As little as to the t'other. _Young Lo._ If you find any stirring do but say so. _Elder Lo._ Sir, you are too bounteous, when I feel that itching, you shall asswage it Sir, before another: this only and Farewell Sir. Your Brother when the storm was most extream, told all about him, he left a will which lies close behind a Chimney in the matted Chamber: and so as well Sir, as you have made me able, I take my leave. _Young Lo._ Let us imbrace him all: if you grow drie before you end your business, pray take a baite here, I have a fresh hogshead for you. _Savil._ You shall neither will nor chuse Sir. My Master is a wonderfull fine Gentleman, has a fine state, a very fine state Sir, I am his Steward Sir, and his man. _Elder Lo._ Would you were your own sir, as I left you. Well I must cast about, or all sinks. _Savil._ Farewell Gentleman, Gentleman, Gentleman. _Elder Lo._ What would you with me sir? _Savil._ Farewell Gentleman. _Elder Lo._ O sleep Sir, sleep. [_Exit_ Elder Lo. _Young Lo._ Well boyes, you see what's faln, let's in and drink, and give thanks for it. _Capt._ Let's give thanks for it. _Young Lo._ Drunk as I live. _Savil._ Drunk as I live boyes. _Young Lo._ Why, now thou art able to discharge thine office, and cast up a reckoning of some weight; I will be knighted, for my state will bear it, 'tis sixteen hundred boyes: off with your husks, I'le skin you all in Sattin. _Capt._ O sweet _Loveless_! _Savil._ All in Sattin? O sweet _Loveless_! _Young Lo_. March in my noble Compeeres: and this my Countess shall be led by two: and so proceed we to the Will. [_Exeunt._