Scœn. 1.
Enter Svsan, by the middle Scœne.
Svsan.
Thanks honest Nicholas. 'Tis time to cover: my Lady
will to supper so soone as my Master comes home.
He brings strangers with him. This Butler is the kindest
fellow to a Gentleuman; and deserves my love more for
this bottle of Sacke, then Warrant or Spruce for fighting.
Come thou inspirer of a diviner soule, that teachest mysteries,
of which without thee none are capable: to bee
valiant; to love; to Poetise: suffer a thirsty gentleuman
to delight her drye pallat with thy sweet moisture, and refresh
her spirits with thy comfortable operation.
(Drinks)
Excellent Sack, as I am a Gentleuman. Now am I in love
with my old Master for buying it; wth the Vintener for
selling it; with the Drawer for drawing it; nay, with the
very Porter that brought it home: but most of all with
kinde Nicholas for bestowing it upon mee; good heart,
hee hath ventur'd a chiding if it should be mist.
(Drinks.)
What foolish Poets were they that made the more foolish
gods drinke Nectar! Had Apollo presented Daphne
but with a cup of such Sack, shee would have lov'd him,
as I doe Nicholas: but not to lye with him. A gentleuman
must not humble her selfe to a Butler.
(Drinks.)
My Ladie.
