CHARLES. Pshaw--you may do both--Caesar made Love and Laws
in a Breath--and was liked by the Senate as well as the Ladies--
but no man can pretend to be a Believer in Love, who is an abjurer
of wine--'tis the Test by which a Lover knows his own Heart--
fill a dozen Bumpers to a dozen Beauties, and she that floats
atop is the maid that has bewitched you.

CARELESS. Now then Charles--be honest and give us yours----

CHARLES. Why I have withheld her only in compassion to you--
if I toast her you should give a round of her Peers, which
is impossible! on earth!

CARELESS. O, then we'll find some canonized Vestals or heathen
Goddesses that will do I warrant----

CHARLES. Here then--Bumpers--you Rogues--Bumpers! Maria--Maria----

FIRST GENTLEMAN. Maria who?

CHARLES. Oh, damn the Surname 'tis too formal to be register'd
in Love's calendar--but now Careless beware--beware--we must have
Beauty's superlative.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. Nay Never study[,] Careless--we'll stand to the
Toast--tho' your mistress should want an eye--and you know you have
a song will excuse you----

CARELESS. Egad so I have--and I'll give him the song instead
of the Lady.----