A health to the nut-brown lass,
With the hazel eyes: let it pass.
She that has good eyes,85
Has good thighs.
Let it pass, let it pass.
As much to the lively grey;
'Tis as good i' th' night as day:
She that has good eyes,90
Has good thighs.
Drink away, drink away.
I pledge, I pledge: what ho! some wine!
Here's to thine, and to thine!
The colours are divine.95
But O the black, the black!
Give me as much again, and let't be sack.
She that has good eyes,
Has good thighs,
And, it may be, a better knack.[They knock100
Enter a Drawer.
Nassurat. A reckoning, boy. There. [Pay him.]
Dost hear? Here's a friend of ours has forgotten himself
a little, as they call it: the wine has got into his head, as
the frost into his hand; he is benumbed, and has no use of
himself for the present.110
Boy. Hum, sir[Smiles
Nassurat. Prithee, lock the door; and when he comes to
himself, tell him he shall find us at the old place. He
knows where.
Boy. I will, sir.[Exeunt120
Scene III
Enter Orsabrin, in prison
Orsabrin. To die! Ay, what's that?
For yet I never thought on't seriously.
It may be 'tis—hum!—it may be 'tis not, too.
Enter Samorat as the Gaoler; he undoes his fetters
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