Van-d. By the mass Boy,
Thou tumblest now in wealth, and I joy in it,
Thou art the best Boy, that Bruges ever nourish'd.
Thou hast been sad, I'le cheer thee up with Sack,
And when thou art lusty I'le fling thee to thy Mistris.
She'I hug thee, sirrah.
Gos. I long to see it,
I had forgot you: there's for you my friends:
You had but heavy burthens; commend my love
To my best love, all the love I have
To honest Clause, shortly I will thank him better. [Exit.
Hig. By the mass a royal Merchant, Gold by the handfull, here will be sport soon, Prig.
Prig. It partly seems so, and here will I be in a trice.
Hig. And I boy, Away apace, we are look'd for.
Prig. Oh these bak'd meats, Me thinks I smell them hither.
Hig. Thy mouth waters. [Exeunt.
SCENA IV.
Enter Hubert, and Hemskirk.
Hub. I Must not.