_Ger._ Indeed you're welcome: I have heard your scape, And therefore give her leave, that only loves you; (Truly and dearly loves you) give her joy leave To bid you welcome: what is't makes you sad man?

Why do you look so wild? Is't I offend you?

Beshrew my heart, not willingly.

_Gos._ No, _Gertrude_.

_Ger._ Is't the delay of that ye long have look'd for, A happy marriage? now I come to urge it.

Now when you please to finish it?

_Gos._ No news yet?

_Ger._ Do you hear Sir?

_Gos._ Yes.

_Ger._ Do you love me?

_Gos._ Have I liv'd In all the happiness Fortune could seat me, In all mens fair opinions?

_Ger._ I have provided A Priest, that's ready for us.

_Gos._ And can the Devil, In one ten days, that Devil Chance devour me?

_Ger._ We'll fly to what place you please.

_Gos._ No Star prosperous!

All at a swoop?

_Ger._ You do not love me _Goswin_?

You will not look upon me?

_Gos._ Can mens Prayers Shot up to Heaven, with such a zeal as mine are, Fall back like lazy mists, and never prosper?

Jives I must wear, and cold must be my comfort; Darkness, and want of meat; alas she weeps too, Which is the top of all my sorrows, _Gertrude_.

_Ger._ No, no, you will not know me; my poor beauty, Which has been worth your eyes.

_Gos._ The time grows on still; And like a tumbling wave, I see my ruine Come rowling over me.

_Ger._ Yet will ye know me?

_Gos._ For a hundred thousand Crowns.

_Ger._ Yet will ye love me?

Tell me but how I have deserv'd your slighting?

_Gos._ For a hundred thousand Crowns?

_Ger._ Farewel Dissembler.

_Gos._ Of which I have scarce ten: O how it starts me!

_Ger._ And may the next you love, hearing my ruine.

_Gos._ I had forgot my self, O my best _Gertrude_, Crown of my joys and comforts.

_Ger._ Sweet what ails ye?

I thought you had been vext with me.

_Gos._ My mind, Wench, My mind o'rflow'd with sorrow, sunk my memory.

_Ger._ Am I not worthy of the knowledge of it?

And cannot I as well affect your sorrows, As your delights? you love no other Woman?

_Gos._ No, I protest.

_Ger._ You have no ships lost lately?

_Gos._ None, that I know of.

_Ger._ I hope you have spilt no blood, whose innocence May lay this on your conscience.

_Gos._ Clear, by Heaven.

_Ger._ Why should you be thus then?

_Gos._ Good _Gertrude_ ask not, Ev'n by the love you bear me.

_Ger._ I am obedient.

_Gos._ Go in, my fair, I will not be long from ye, Nor long I fear me with thee. At my return Dispose me as you please.

_Ger._ The good G.o.ds guide ye.

[_Exit._

_Gos._ Now for my self, which is the least I hope for, And when that fails, for mans worst fortune, pity. [_Exit._

_ACTUS QUARTUS. SCENA PRIMA._

_Enter_ Goswin _and_ 4. Merchants.

_Gos._ Why gentlemen, 'tis but a week more, I intreat you But 7. short days, I am not running from ye; Nor, if you give me patience, is it possible All my adventures fail; you have ships abroad Endure the beating both of Wind and Weather: I am sure 'twould vex your hearts, to be protested; Ye are all fair Merchants.

_1 Mer._ Yes, and must have fair play: There is no living here else; one hour's failing Fails us of all our friends, of all our credits: For my part, I would stay, but my wants tell me, I must wrong others in't.

_Gos._ No mercy in ye!