I could be well moved, if I were as you:
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
But I am constant as the Commons Bar,
Of whose true-fix’d refreshing quality
There is no fellow among vintners.
The streets are linéd with unnumber’d pubs,
They are all fine and every one doth serve,
But there’s but one in all doth serve me best:
So in the world; ’tis furnish’d well with men,
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
Yet in the number I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Unshaked of motion: and that I am he,
Let me a little show it, even in this;
That I was constant liquor should be banish’d,
And constant do remain to keep it so.

Oh Ginga!

Hence! Wilt thou lift up Prescott?

Great Ginga!

Doth not Vinceus bootless kneel?

Speak, hands for me!

TEATHA first, then the other conspirators and VINCEUS wave small white plastic knives at GINGA in a vaguely threatening way. When GINGA looks down to see what they are doing they hide the disposable utensils sheepishly, but VINCEUS is a bit slow.

Et tu, Vinceus! Then home, Ginga, to talk
With Her Indoors over a pint—or twelve.

Exit GINGA to spend the more of the weekend with his family.