Lamb. I'll have no words in private, unless I hear too. [Retire.
Enter Master Brewen, Stephen, and Robert.
Brew. Come, gentlemen, we'll make few words about it:
Merchants in bargaining must not, like soldiers
Lying at a siege, stay moneths, weeks, days,
But strike at the first parley.
Broadcloths and wools, and other rich commodities,
I lately from your brother brought, are all your own.
Steph. 'Tis well.
Brew. Then be not angry, gentle sir,
If now a string be touch'd, which hath too long
Sounded so harshly over all the city;
I now would wind it to a musical height.
Steph. Good master alderman, I think that string
Will still offend mine ear; you mean the jarring
'Twixt me and my brother?
Brew. In troth, the same.
Steph. I hate no poison like that brother's name.
Brew. O fie! not so.
Steph. Uncivil churl, when all his sails were up,
And that his proud heart danc'd on golden waves——