2 Mer. He's a noble fellow, And well becomes a bride of such a beauty.
1 Mer. She is passing fair indeed, long may their loves
Continue like their youths, in spring of sweetness,
All the young Merchants will be here
No doubt on't,
For he that comes not to attend this wedding,
The curse of a most blind one fall upon him,
A loud wife, and a lazie: here's Vanlock.
Enter Vanlock and Francis.
Vanl. Well overtaken Gentlemen: save ye.
1 Mer. The same to you sir; save ye fair Mistris Francis, I would this happy night might make you blush too.
Vanl. She dreams apace.
Fran. That's but a drowsie fortune.
3 Mer. Nay take us with ye too; we come to that end, I am sure ye are for the wedding.
Vanl. Hand and heart man: And what their feet can doe, I could have tript it Before this whorson gout.
Enter Clause.