Hub. Sir?
Van. Under the Rose.
Hem. Here's to you Marget.
Marg. Welcome, welcome Captain.
Van. Well said my pearl still.
Hem. And how does my Niece?
Almost a Woman, I think? This friend of mine,
I drew along wth me, through so much hazard,
Only to see her: she was my errand.
Van. I, a kind Uncle you are (fill him his glass) That in seven years, could not find leisure—
Hem. No, It's not so much.
Van. I'le bate you ne'r an hour on't,
It was before the Brabander 'gan his War,
For moon-shine, i'the water there, his Daughter
That never was lost: yet you could not find time
To see a Kinswoman; but she is worth the seeing, Sir,
Now you are come, you ask if she were a Woman?
She is a Woman, Sir, fetch her forth Marget. [Exit Marg.
And a fine Woman, and has Suitors.
Hem. How? What Suitors are they?