Sir _Anth_. Hah, at it again! [_Sir_ Charles _making sober Love_. Come, we grow dull, _Charles_; where stands the Glass? What, balk my Lady _Galliard’s_ Health! [_They go to drink_. _Wild_. Hah, _Galliard_--and so sweet on Meriwill! [_Aside_. L. _Gal_. If it be your business, Sir, to drink, I’ll withdraw. Sir _Char_. Gad, and I’ll withdraw with you, Widow. Hark ye, Lady _Galliard_, I am damnably afraid you cannot bear Liquor well, you are so forward to leave good Company and a Bottle. Sir _Tim_. Well, Gentlemen, since I have done what I never do, to oblige you, I hope you will not refuse a Health of my Denomination. Sir _Anth_. We scorn to be so uncivil. [_All take the Glasses_. Sir _Tim_. Why then here’s a conceal’d Health that shall be nameless, to his Grace the King of Poland. Sir _Char_. King of Poland! Lord, Lord, how your Thoughts ramble! Sir _Tim_. Not so far as you imagine; I know what I say, Sir. Sir _Char_. Away with it. [_Drink all_. _Wild_. I see, Sir, you still keep up that English Hospitality that so renowned our Ancestors in History. [_Looking on L_. Gal. Sir _Tim_. Ay, my Lord, my noble Guests are my Wife and Children. _Wild_. Are you not married, then? Death, she smiles on him. [_Aside_. Sir _Tim_. I had a Wife, but rest her Soul, she’s dead; and I have no Plague left now but an ungracious Nephew, perverted with ill Customs, Tantivy Opinions, and Court-Notions. _Wild_. Cannot your pious Examples convert him? By Heaven, she’s fond of him! [_Aside_. Sir _Tim_. Alas, I have try’d all ways, fair and foul; nay, had settled t’other Day my whole Estate upon him, and just as I had sign’d the Writings, out comes me a damn’d Libel, call’d, A Warning to all good Christians against the City-Magistrates; and I doubt he had a Hand in Absalom and Achitophel, a Rogue. But some of our sober Party have claw’d him home, i’ faith, and given him Rhyme for his Reason. _Wild_. Most visibly in Love! Oh, Sir, Nature, Laws, and Religion plead for so near a Kinsman. Sir _Tim_. Laws and Religion! Alas, my Lord, he deserves not the Name of a Patriot, who does not for the publick Good, defy all Laws and Religion. _Wild_. Death, I must interrupt ‘em--Sir, pray what Lady’s that. [Wild, salutes her. Sir _Tim_. I beseech your Lordship know her, ‘tis my Lady _Galliard_; the rest are all my Friends and Neighbours, true Protestants all--Well, my Lord, how do you like my Method of doing the business of the Nation, and carrying on the Cause with Wine, Women, and so forth? _Wild_. High Feeding and smart Drinking, gains more to the Party, than your smart Preaching. Sir _Tim_. Your Lordship has hit it right: a rare Man this! _Wild_. But come, Sir, leave serious Affairs, and oblige these fair ones.