_Sir Dav._ Let me beseech you, sir, to despatch, and get rid of him as soon as you can. I would gladly drink a bottle with you, sir, but I hate the devil's company mortally: as for the hundred pound here, it is ready; no more words, I'll submit to your good-nature and discretion. _Four._ Then, wretch, take this, and make thy peace with the infernal king; he loves riches; sacrifice and be at rest. _Bloody-B._ 'Tis done, I'll follow thee, lead on; nay, if thou smile, I more defy thee; fee, fa, fum. [_Exit._ _Four._ 'Tis very odd, this. _Sir Dav._ Very odd, indeed; I'm glad he's gone, though. _Four._ Now, sir, if you please, we'll refresh ourselves with a cheerful glass, and so _chacun chez lui_--I would fain make the gull drunk a little, to put a little mettle into him. [_Aside._ _Sir Dav._ With all my heart, sir; but no more words of the devil, if you love me. _Four._ The devil's an ass, sir, and here's a health to all those that defy the devil. _Sir Dav._ With all my heart, and all his works too. _Four._ Nay, sir, you must do me right,[45] I assure you. _Sir Dav._ Not so full, not so full, that's too much of all conscience: in troth, friend, these are sad times, very sad times; but here's to you. _Four._ Pox o' the times! the times are well enough, so long as a man has money in his pocket. _Sir Dav._ 'Tis true, here I have been bargaining with you about a murder, but never consider that idolatry is coming in full speed upon the nation. Pray what religion are you of, friend? _Four._ What religion am I of, sir? Sir, your humble servant. _Sir Dav._ Truly a good conscience is a great happiness; and so I'll pledge you, hemph, hemph. But shan't the dog be murdered this night? _Four._ My brother rogue is gone by this time to set him, and the business shall be done effectually, I'll warrant you. Here's rest his soul. _Sir Dav._ With all my heart, faith; I hate to be uncharitable. _Re-enter_ COURTINE _and_ Drawer. _Cour._ Look you, 'tis a very impudent thing not to be drunk by this time: shall rogues stay in taverns to sip pints, and be sober, when honest gentlemen are drunk by gallons? I'll have none on't. _Sir Dav._ O Lord, who's there? [_Sits up in his chair._ _Draw._ I beseech your honour--our house will be utterly ruined by this means. _Cour._ Damn your house, your wife and children, and all your family, you dog!--Sir, who are you? [_To_ Sir DAVY. _Sir Dav._ Who am I, sir? what's that to you, sir? Will you tickle my foot, you rogue? _Cour._ I'll tickle your guts, you poltroon, presently. _Sir Dav._ Tickle my guts, you mad-cap! I'll tickle your toby, if you do.