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.