Enter George and Richard.
O. Fos. I have no other end, sir; let our factors peruse and deal for both.
Brew. Mine is returned. George, here's a new business; you and Richard must deal for some commodities betwixt us; if you find 'em even gain or but little loss, take carriage presently, and carry 'em home.
George. I shall.
O. Fos. Richard, have you any further news yet from our shipping?
Rich Not yet, sir; but by account from the last, when they put from Dover, this tide should bring them into Saint Catherine's pool; the wind has been friendly.
O. Fos. Listen their arrival, and bid the gunner speak it
In his loud thunder all the city over;
Tingle the merchants' ears at the report
Of my abundant wealth. Now go with George.
Rich I shall do both, sir. [Exeunt Factors.
O. Fos. I must plainly now confess, master alderman,
I shall gain much by you. The half of your ship
Defrays my full cost.
Brew. Beshrew me, if I grudge it, being myself
A sufficient gainer by my venture, sir.