As sure as you are there, Signior.
_Grac_. _Bos_, will ye not forsake your Cabbin?
_Bos_. Oh sir, he that has not a tilde house must bee glad of a thatch
house. May I crave a suite of you, signior?
_Grac_. What suit, _Bos_?
_Bos_. What you please, beggars must not chuse.
_Accut_. _Bos_ is growne misticall, hee's too dark.
_Bos_. I speake _Hebrew_ indeede, like _Adam_ and _Eve_, before they fel
to spinning; not a rag.
_Grac_. What, naked, _Bos_?
_Bos_. As ye see, will ye heare my suite, signior?
_Gra_. Drunk, & his cloathes stoln, what theef would do it?
_Bos_. Any theefe, sir, but no true[318] man.
_Gra_. Wel, _Bos_, to obtaine a suit at my handes, and to doe some
pennance for your fault, you shall heere maintaine an argument in the
defence of drunkennes. Mine Host shall heere it, ile be your opponent,
_Acutus_ moderator: wilt thou doe it?
_Host_. A mad merrie grig;[319] all good spirits; wilt thou doe it,
_Bos_?
_Bos_. Ile doo't.
_Grac_. Seate yee, heres my place; now, _Bos_, propound.
_Bos_. Drunkenness is a vertue.
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