Scene II
Enter Grainevert, Stratheman, Villanor, Marinel
Gra. Trouble not thyself, child of discontent:
'Twill take no hurt, I warrant thee; the State
Is but a little drunk, and when it has spew'd
Up that, that made it so, it will be well
Again—there's my opinion in short.5
Mar. Th' art i' th' right. The State's a pretty forehanded State,
And will do reason hereafter. Let's drink,
And talk no more on't.
All. A good motion, a good motion! let's drink.
Vil. Ay, ay, let's drink again.
Str. Come, to a mistress!10
Gra. Agreed. Name, name!
Vil. Anybody. Vermilia!
Gra. Away with it.
She's pretty to walk with,
And witty to talk with,
And pleasant too to think on:15
But the best use of all
Is, her health is a stale,
And helps us to make us drink on.
Str. Excellent. Gentlemen, if you say the word,
We'll vaunt credit, and affect high pleasure; shall we?20
Vil. Ay, ay, let's do that.
Str. What think ye of the sacrifice now?
Mar. Come, we'll ha't; for trickling tears are vain.
Vil. The sacrifice? what's that?
Str. Child of ignorance, 'tis a camp-health,25
An à-la-mode one. Grainevert, begin it.
Gra. Come, give it me.
Let me see which of them this rose will serve.[Pins up a rose.
Hum, hum, hum!
Bright star o' th' lower orb, twinkling inviter,30
Which draw'st as well as eyes, but sett'st men righter:
For who at thee begins, comes to the place
Sooner than he that sets out at the face:
Eyes are seducing lights, that the good women know,
And hang out these a nearer way to show.35
