_Coc._ But brother,[112] brother, you must think of your sins and iniquities; you have been a broacher of profane vessels; you have made us drink of the juice of the whore of Babylon: for whereas good ale, perrys, bragots,[113] cyders, and metheglins, was the true ancient British and Troyan drinks, you ha' brought in Popish wines, Spanish wines, French wines, _tam Marti quam Mercurio_, both muscadine and malmsey, to the subversion, staggering, and sometimes overthrow of many a good Christian. You ha' been a great jumbler; O remember the sins of your nights! for your night works ha' been unsavoury in the taste of your customers. 115 _Mul._ I confess, I confess; and I forgive as I would be forgiven. Do you know one Cocledemoy? _Coc._ O very well. Know him!--an honest man he is, and a comely; an upright dealer with his neighbours, and their wives speak good things of him. 120 _Mul._ Well, wheresoe'er he is, or whatsoe'er he is, I'll take it on my death he's the cause of my hanging. I heartily forgive him, and if he would come forth he might save me; for he only knows the why and the wherefore. _Coc._ You do, from your hearts and midrifs and entrails, forgive him then? you will not let him rot in rusty irons, procure him to be hang'd in lousy linen without a song, and after he is dead piss on his grave? _Mul._ That hard heart of mine has procured all this; but I forgive as I would be forgiven. 131 _Coc._ [_Discovering himself_] Hang toasts, my worshipful Mulligrub. Behold thy Cocledemoy, my fine vintner; my castrophomical fine boy; behold and see! _Tyse._ Bliss o' the blessed, who would but look for two knaves here? _Coc._ No knave, worshipful friend, no knave; for observe, honest Cocledemoy restores whatsoever he has got, to make you know that whatsoever he has done, has been only _euphoniæ gratia_--for wit's sake. I acquit this vintner, as he has acquitted me; all has been done for emphasis of wit, my fine boy, my worshipful friends. _Tyse._ Go, you are a flatt'ring knave. 143 _Coc._ I am so; 'tis a good thriving trade; it comes forward better than the seven liberal sciences, or the nine cardinal virtues; which may well appear in this, you shall never have flattering knave turn courtier. And yet I have read of many courtiers that have turned flattering knaves. _Sir Hub._ Was't even but so? why, then all's well. 150 _Mul._ I could even weep for joy. _Mistress Mul._ I could weep too, but God knows for what! _Tyse._ Here's another tack to be given--your son and daughter. _Sir Hub._ Is't possible? heart, ay, all my heart; will you be joined here? _Tyse._ Yes, faith, father; marriage and hanging are spun both in one hour.