Ger. Away, your time draws on. Take up the money, And follow this young Gentleman.
Gos. Farewell Clause, And may thy honest memory live for ever.
Ger. Heaven bless you, and still keep you, farewel Master. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Enter Hubert.
Hub. I have lockt my Youth up close enough for gadding, In an old Tree, and set watch over him.
Enter Jaculin.
Now for my Love, for sure this Wench must be she,
She follows me; Come hither, pretty Minche.
Jac. No, no, you'll kiss.
Hub. So I will.