Host.

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 you have drank too much canary, 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 jordan—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 virtue, grant that.

Dol.

Ay marry, our chains and our jewels.

Fal.

Your † ^notebrooches, 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-year? 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.