Host.

I'faith, sweet heart, methinks, now you are in an excellent good temperality; your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would desire; and your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose: but, i'faith, you have drank too much canarys, and that's a marvellous searching wine; and it perfumes the blood, ere we can say what's this. How do you now?

Dol.

Better than I was: hem.—

Host.

Why, that was well said: a good heart's worth gold. Look, here comes Sir John.

Fal.

When Arthur first in Court—empty the jourden —and was a worthy King: how now, Mrs. Dol.

Host.

Sick of a calm: yea, good sooth.

Fal.

So is all her sect; if they be once in a calm, they are sick.

Dol.

You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me?

Fal.

You make fat rascals, Mrs. Dol.

Dol.

I make them! gluttony and diseases make them, I make them not.

Fal.

If the cook make the gluttony, you help to make the diseases, Dol; we catch of you, Dol, we catch of you; grant That, my poor Vertue, grant That.

Dol.

Ay, marry, our chains and our jewels.

Fal.

^{7 note}Your brooches, pearls and owches: for to serve bravely, is to come halting off, you know; to come off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to

surgery bravely; to venture upon the charg'd chambers bravely—

Dol.

Hang your self, you muddy Conger, hang your self!

Host.

By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two never meet, but you fall to some discord; you are both, in good troth, as rheumatick as two dry toasts, you cannot one bear with another's confirmities. What the good-jer? one must bear, and that must be you: you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the emptier vessel.

Dol.

Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogshead? there's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux stuff in him; you have not seen a hulk better stuft in the Hold. Come, I'll be friends with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars, and whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is no body cares.