_Jac._ 'Tis certain he: I had forgot my Ring too.

O _Hubert_! _Hubert_!

_Hub._ Ha! methought she nam'd me-- Do you know me, Chick?

_Jac._ No indeed, I never saw ye; But methinks you kiss finely.

_Hub._ Kiss again then; By Heaven 'tis she.

_Jac._ O what a joy he brings me!

_Hub._ You are not _Minche_?

_Jac._ Yes, pretty Gentleman, And I must be marry'd to morrow to a Capper.

_Hub._ Must ye my Sweet, and does the Capper love ye?

_Jac._ Yes, yes, he'I give me pie, and look in mine eyes thus.

'Tis he: 'tis my dear Love: O blest Fortune.

_Hub._ How fain she would conceal her self, yet shew it!

Will you love me, and leave that man? I'll serve.

_Jac._ O I shall lose my self!

_Hub._ I'll wait upon you, And make you dainty Nose-gays.

_Jac._ And where will you stick 'em?

_Hub._ Here in [thy] bosom, Sweet, and make a crown of Lilies For your fair head.

_Jac._ And will you love me deed-law?

_Hub._ With all my Heart.

_Jac._ Call me to morrow then, And we'll have brave chear, and go to Church together: Give you good ev'n Sir.

_Hub._ But one word fair _Minche_.

_Jac._ I must be gone a milking.

_Hub._ Ye shall presently.

Did you never hear of a young maid called _Jaculin_?

_Jac._ I am discover'd; hark in your ear, I'll tell ye: You must not know me, kiss and be constant ever.

_Hub._ Heaven curse me else 'tis she, and now I am certain They are all here: now for my other project-- [_Exeunt._

SCENE III.

_Enter_ Goswin, 4. Merchants, Higgen, _and_ Prigg.

_1 Mer._ Nay, if 'twould do you courtesie.

_Gos._ None at all, Sir: Take it, 'tis yours, there's your ten thousand for ye, Give in my Bills. Your sixteen.

_3 Mer._ Pray be pleas'd Sir To make a further use.

_Gos._ No.

_3 Mer._ What I have, Sir, You may command; pray let me be your Servant.

_Gos._ Put your Hats on: I care not for your courtesies, They are most untimely done, and no truth in 'em.

_2 Mer._ I have a fraught of Pepper.

_Gos._ Rot your Pepper, Shall I trust you again? there's your seven thousand.

_4 Mer._ Or if you want fine Sugar, 'tis but sending.

_Gos._ No, I can send to _Barbary_, those people That never yet knew faith, have n.o.bler freedoms: These carry to _Vanlock_, and take my Bills in, To _Peter Zuten_ these: bring back my Jewels, Why are these pieces?

_Enter_ Sayler.

_Sayler._ Health to the n.o.ble Merchant, The _Susan_ is return'd.

_Gos._ Well?

_Say._ Well, and rich Sir, And now put in.

_Gos._ Heaven thou hast heard my prayers.

_Say._ The brave _Rebeccah_ too, bound from the Straits, With the next Tide is ready to put after.

_Gos._ What news o'th' fly-boat?

_Say._ If this Wind hold till midnight, She will be here, and wealthy, 'scap'd fairly.

_Gos._ How, prithee, Sayler?

_Say._ Thus Sir, she had fight Seven hours together, with six Turkish Gallies, And she fought bravely; but at length was boarded And overlaid with strength: when presently Comes boring up the wind Captain _Vannoke_, That valiant Gentleman, you redeem'd from prison; He knew the Boat, set in, and fought it bravely: Beat all the Gallies off, sunk three, redeem'd her, And as a service to ye sent her home Sir.

_Gos._ An honest n.o.ble Captain, and a thankfull; There's for thy news: go drink the Merchants health, _Saylor_.

_Say._ I thank your bounty, and I'le do it to a doyt, Sir.