_Sir Jol._ So, are ye come? I am glad on't; odd, you're welcome, very welcome, odd, ye are; here's a small banquet, but I hope 'twill please you; sit ye down, sit ye down both together; nay, both together: a pox o' him that parts ye, I say! _Beau._ Sir Jolly, this might be an entertainment for Antony and Cleopatra, were they living. _Sir Jol._ Pish! a pox of Antony and Cleopatra, they are dead and rotten long ago; come, come, time's but short, time's but short, and must be made the best use of; for Youth's a flower that soon does fade, And life is but a span; Man was for the woman made, And woman made for man. Why, now we can be bold, and make merry, and frisk and be brisk, rejoice, and make a noise, and--odd, I am pleased, mightily pleased, odd, I am. _L. Dunce._ Really, Sir Jolly, you are more a philosopher than I thought you were. _Sir Jol._ Philosopher, madam! yes, madam, I have read books in my times; odd, Aristotle, in some things, had very pretty notions, he was an understanding fellow. Why don't ye eat? odd, an ye don't eat--here, child, here's some ringoes,[54] help, help your neighbour a little; odd, they are very good, very comfortable, very cordial. _Beau._ Sir Jolly, your health. _Sir Jol._ With all my heart, old boy. _L. Dunce._ Dear Sir Jolly, what are these? I never tasted of these before. _Sir Jol._ That? eat it, eat it, eat it when I bid you; odd, 'tis the root satyrion,[55] a very precious plant, I gather 'em every May myself; odd, they'll make an old fellow of sixty-five cut a caper like a dancing-master. Give me some wine. Madam, here's a health, here's a health, madam, here's a health to honest Sir Davy, faith and troth, ha, ha, ha! [Dance. _Enter_ BLOODY-BONES. _Bloody-B._ Sir, sir, sir! what will you do? yonder's the constable and all his watch at the door, and threatens demolishment, if not admitted presently. _Sir Jol._ Odds so! odds so! the constable and his watch! what's to be done now? get you both into the alcove there, get ye gone quickly, quickly; no noise, no noise, d'ye hear? [_Exeunt_ Lady DUNCE _and_ BEAUGARD.] The constable and his watch! a pox on the constable and his watch! what the devil have the constable and his watch to do here? _Enter_ Constable, Watch, _and_ Sir DAVY DUNCE. _Const._ This way, this way, gentlemen; stay one of ye at the door, and let nobody pass, do you hear? Sir Jolly, your servant. _Sir Jol._ What, this outrage, this disturbance committed upon my house and family! sir, sir, sir! what do you mean by these doings, sweet sir? ho!