Scene 4.
There hath been such a Skirmish, or rather a Battel.
How, and betwixt whom?
Why, betwixt Grave Temperance and Mother Matron.
What was the cause of their falling out.
Why Mother Matron had a spic'd pot of Ale in her hand, so she set it to her mouth, and drank a hearty draught of it, and finding it very good and refreshing, drank another draught. By my faith, said she, this is a cheer∣ly cup indeed, and a comfortable drink, and with that drank another draught, and so long-winded she was, as she drank up all the Ale therein: Where∣upon, Grave Temperance rebuked her for drinking so much, saying, that though a little, as one draught, or so, might refresh the Spirits, yet a great quantity would make her drunk: Whereupon Mother Matron, who could not then suffer a reproof, in anger she flung the pot, which was still in her hand, at Grave Temperance's head.
It was a sign she had drank all the good liquor out, or otherwise she would not have throvvn the pot avvay.
It was a sign she was drunk, or else she would not have done so outragious an act, as to have broke Grave Temperances head.
Reprove me! teach me! Have not I liv'd long enough in the World to be able to govern my self, but Temperance must govern me? Am I a Child? am I a Novice, that I must be governed by Temperance? No,