ot be; where shall I find you?

_Alon._ I'll wait upon my Prince, and then on you here.

_Lov._ Do so, and carry on this Humour. Adieu.

SCENE II. _A flat Grove._

Enter _Haunce_ in a fantastical travelling Habit, with a Bottle of
Brandy in his Hand, as sick: _Gload_ marches after.

_Hau._ Ah, ah, a pox of all Sea-Voyages. [Drinks.
Here, _Gload_, take thee t'other Sope, and then let's home.
[_Gload_ drinks.
Ah, ah, a pox of all Sea-Voyages.

_Gload._ Sir, if I may advise, take t'other turn in the Grove, for I
find by my Nose you want more airing.

_Hau._ How, Sirrah! by your Nose? have a care, you know 'tis ill jesting
with me when I'm angry.

_Gload._ Which is as often as you are drunk; I find it has the same
Effects on me too: but truly, Sir, I meant no other than that you smell
a little of the Vessel, a certain sour remains of a Storm about you.

_Hau._ Ah, ah, do not name a Storm to me, unless thou wilt have the
Effects on't in thy Face.
[Drinks.

_Gload._ Sha, sha, bear up, Sir, bear up.

_Hau._ _Salerimente_, a Sea-phrase too! Why, ye Rascal, I tell you I can
indure nothing that puts me in mind of that Element.
[Drinks.

_Gload._ The Sight of _Donna Euphemia_ will--
[_Gload_ drinks between whiles too.

_Hau._ Hold, hold, let me consider whether I can indure to hear her
nam'd or not; for I think I am so thorowly mortify'd, I shall hardly
relish Woman-kind again this-- two Hours.
[Drinks.

_Gload._ You a Man of Courage, and talk thus!

_Hau._ Courage! Why, what dost thou call Courage?-- _Hector_ himself
would not have chang'd his ten Years Siege for our ten Days Storm at
Sea-- a Storm-- a hundred thousand fighting Men are nothing to't; Cities
sackt by Fire nothing: 'tis a resistless Coward that attacks a Man at
disadvantage; an unaccountable Magick, that first conjures down a Man's
Courage, and then plays the Devil over him. And in fine, it is a Storm--

_Gload._ Good lack that it should be all these terrible things, and yet
that we should outbrave it.

_Hau._ No god-a-mercy to our Courages tho, I tell you that now, _Gload_;
but like an angry Wench, when it had huft and bluster'd it self weary,
it lay still again.
[Drinks.

_Gload._ Hold, hold, Sir, you know we are to make Visits to Ladies, Sir;
and this replenishing of our Spirits, as you call it, Sir, may put us
out of Case.

_Hau._ Thou art a Fool, I never made love so well as when I was drunk;