CHAPTER 1.V.
The Discourse of the Drinkers.
Then did they fall upon the chat of victuals and some belly furniture to be snatched at in the very same place.

Which purpose was no sooner mentioned, but forthwith began flagons to go, gammons to trot, goblets to fly, great bowls to ting, glasses to ring.

Draw, reach, fill, mix, give it me without water.

So, my friend, so, whip me off this glass neatly, bring me hither some claret, a full weeping glass till it run over.

A cessation and truce with thirst.