Clau. Bless ye Masters.
Vanl. Clause? how now Clause? thou art come to see thy Master, (And a good master he is to all poor people) In all his joy, 'tis honestly done of thee.
Clau. Long may he live sir, but my business now is If you would please to doe it, and to him too.
Enter Goswin.
Vanl. He's here himself.
Gos. Stand at the door my friends?
I pray walk in: welcom fair Mistris Francis,
See what the house affords, there's a young Lady
Will bid you welcom.
Vanl. We joy your happiness. [Exeunt.
Gos. I hope it will be so: Clause nobly welcom, My honest, my best friend, I have been carefull To see thy monys—
Clau. Sir, that brought not me, Do you know this Ring again?
Gos. Thou hadst it of me.