Clown. I shall, sir. This is market-day, and here acquaintance commonly meet; and whom have I encountered? my gossip Pint-pot, and brim-full; nay, I mean to drink with you before I part. And how doth all your worshipful kindred? your sister Quart, your pater Pottle (who was ever a gentleman’s fellow), and your old grandsire Gallon; they cannot choose but be all in health, since so many healths have been drunk out of them: I could wish them all here, and in no worse state than I see you are in at this present. Howsoever, gossip, since I have met you hand to hand, I’ll make bold to drink to you--nay, either you must pledge me, or get one to do’t for you, Do you open your mouth towards me? well, I know what you would say: “Here, Roger, to your master and mistress, and all our good friends at home. Gramercy, gossip, if I should not pledge thee, I were worthy to be turned out to grass, and stand no more at livery.” And now, in requital of this courtesy, I’ll begin one health to you and all your society in the cellar--to Peter Pipe, Harry Hogshead, Bartholomew Butt, and little Master Randal Rundlet, to Timothy Taster, and all your other great and small friends. Young Geraldine. He writes me here That at my discontinuance he’s much grieved; Desiring me, as I have ever tendered Or him or his, to give him satisfaction Touching my discontent; and that in person, By any private meeting. Clown. Ay, sir, ’tis very true; the letter speaks no more than he wished me to tell you by word of mouth. Young Geraldine. Thou art then of his counsel? Clown. His Privy,[3.36] an’t please you. Young Geraldine. Though ne’er so strict hath been my father’s charge, A little I’ll dispense with’t, for his love. Commend me to thy master, tell him from me, On Monday night (then will my leisure serve) I will by Heaven’s assistance visit him. Clown. On Monday, sir? that’s, as I remember, just the day before Tuesday. Young Geraldine. But ’twill be midnight first, at which late hour Please him to let the garden door stand ope; At that I’ll enter, but conditionally That neither wife, friend, servant, no third soul Save him, and thee to whom he trusts this message, Know of my coming in, or passing out; When, tell him, I will fully satisfy him Concerning my forced absence. Clown. I am something oblivious; your message would be the trulier delivered if it were set down in black and white. Young Geraldine. I’ll call for pen and ink, And instantly despatch it. [_Exeunt_. ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE I.--_Outside_ Ricott’s _House_. _Enter_ Reignald. Reignald. Now, impudence, but steel my face this once, Although I ne’er blush after! Here’s the house. Ho! who’s within? What, no man to defend These innocent gates from knocking? _Enter_ Master Ricott. Ricott. Who’s without there?