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.