This day thou hadst been dumb.--

[_Exit_.

_Mil_.

You have given him a heat,
But with your own distemper.

_Jam_.

Not a whit,
Now he is from mine eye, I can be merry,
Forget the cause and him: all plagues go with him,
Let's talk of something else: what news is stirring?
Nothing to pass the time?

_Mil_.

'Faith it is said
That the next Summer will determine much
Of that we long have talk'd of, touching the Wars.

_Lean_.

What have we to do with them? Let us discourse
Of what concerns our selves. 'Tis now in fashion
To have your Gallants set down in a Tavern,
What the Arch-Dukes purpose is the next spring, and what
Defence my Lords (the States) prepare: what course