Against the stream and three postillions' wishes,

Is drown'd below the ford, with five posthorses,

A monkey, and a mastiff, and a valet.
Jos. Poor creatures! are you sure?
Iden.
Yes, of the monkey,
And the valet, and the cattle; but as yet
We know not if his excellency 's dead
Or no; your noblemen are hard to drown, 220
As it is fit that men in office should be.
But what is certain is, that he has swallow'd
Enough of the Oder to have burst two

It seems, of all deaths, the least likely for you),

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I'll pull you out for nothing. Quick, my friend,

And think, for every bumper I shall quaff, A wave the less may roll above your head. Iden. (aside). I don't much like this fellow-close and dry

He seems, two things which suit me not; however,

Wine he shall have; if that unlocks him not, I shall not sleep to-night for curiosity. [Exit IDENSTEIN. Gab. (to WERNER). This master of the ceremonies is

The intendant of the palace, I presume: 309 'Tis a fine building, but decay'd.

Wer. The apartment Design'd for him you rescued will be found In fitter order for a sickly guest. Gab. I wonder then you occupied it not, For you seem delicate in health. Wer. (quickly). Gab. Pray, Excuse me have I said aught to offend you?

Sir !

Wer. Nothing but we are strangers to each other.