GOVERNOUR.
Master Bowser, with this happy news
You have revived two from the gates of death:
This is that Banister, and this his wife.
BOWSER.
Sir, I am glad my fortune is so good,
To bring such tidings as may comfort you.
BANISTER.
You have given life unto a man deemed dead,
For by these news, my life is newly bred.
MISTRESS BANISTER.
Thanks to my God, next to my Sovereign King,
And last to you that these good hopes doth bring.
GOVERNOUR.
The hundred pound I must receive as due
For finding Bagot, I freely give to you.
BOWSER.
And, Master Banister, if so you please,
I’ll bear you company, when you cross the Seas.
BANISTER.
If it please you, sir; my company is but mean.
Stands with your liking, I’ll wait on you.
GOVERNOUR.
I am glad that all things do accord so well:
Come, Master Bowser, let us in to dinner:
And, Mistress Banister, be merry, woman!
Come, after sorrow now let’s cheer your spirit;
Knaves have their due, and you but what you merit.
[Exit omnes.]