Ger. Sir, you must help to join A pair of hands, as they have done their hearts here, And to their loves with joy.
Flo. As to mine own, My gracious Sister, worthiest Brother.
Van. I'le go afore, and have the bon-fire made,
My fire-works, & flap dragons, and good backrack,
With a peck of little fishes, to drink down
In healths to this day.
Hig. 'Slight, here be changes, The Bells ha' not so many, nor a dance, Prig.
Prig. Our Company's grown horrible thin by it, What think you Ferret?
Fer. Marry I do think, That we might all be Lords now, if we could stand for't.
Hig. Not I if they should offer it: I'le dislodge first, Remove the Bush to another climat.
Ger. Sir, you must thank this worthy Burgomaster,
Here be friends ask to be look'd on too,
And thank'd, who though their trade, and course of life
Be not so perfect, but it may be better'd,
Have yet us'd me with courtesy, and been true
Subjects unto me, while I was their King,
A place I know not well how to resign,
Nor unto whom: But this I will entreat
Your grace, command them follow you to Bruges;
Where I will take the care on me, to find
Some manly, and more profitable course
To fit them, as a part of the Republique.
Flo. Do you hear Sirs? do so.
Hig. Thanks to your good grace.