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 nobler 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 noble 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 noble 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. [Exit Saylor.
1 Mer. What miracles are pour'd upon this fellow!
Gos. This here I hope, my friends, I shall scape prison, For all your cares to catch me.
2 Mer. You may please Sir To think of your poor servants in displeasure, Whose all they have, goods, moneys, are at your service.
Gos. I thank you, When I have need of you I shall forget you: You are paid I hope.
All. We joy in your good fortunes.
Enter Van-dunck.
Van-d. Come Sir, come take your ease, you must go home With me, yonder is one weeps and howls.
Gos. Alas how does she?
Van-d. She will be better soon I hope.
Gos. Why soon Sir?
Van-d. Why when you have her in your arms, this night My boy she is thy wife.
Gos. With all my heart I take her.
Van-d. We have prepar'd, all thy friends will be there,
And all my Rooms shall smoak to see the revel;
Thou hast been wrong'd, and no more shall my service
Wait on the knave her Uncle, I have heard all,
All his baits for my Boy, but thou shalt have her;
Hast thou dispatch't thy business?
Gos. Most.
Van-d. By the mass Boy,
Thou tumblest now in wealth, and I joy in it,
Thou art the best Boy, that Bruges ever nourish'd.
Thou hast been sad, I'le cheer thee up with Sack,
And when thou art lusty I'le fling thee to thy Mistris.
She'I hug thee, sirrah.
Gos. I long to see it,
I had forgot you: there's for you my friends:
You had but heavy burthens; commend my love
To my best love, all the love I have
To honest Clause, shortly I will thank him better. [Exit.
Hig. By the mass a royal Merchant, Gold by the handfull, here will be sport soon, Prig.
Prig. It partly seems so, and here will I be in a trice.
Hig. And I boy, Away apace, we are look'd for.
Prig. Oh these bak'd meats, Me thinks I smell them hither.
Hig. Thy mouth waters. [Exeunt.