Van. O de skellum Frisco, ic weit neit waer ic be, ic go and hit my nose op dit post, and ic go and hit my nose op dandern post. O de villain! Well, waer ben ic now? Haw laet sein is dut neit Croche Friar, ya seker so ist and dit Mester Pisaro's huis. O de good shaunce! well, ic sal now have de wenche. Laurentia, Mestris Laurentia!
Enter Laurentia, Marina, Mathea, above.
Mar. Who's there? Master Harvey?
Math. Master Walgrave?
Laur. Master Heigham?
Van. Ya, my love, here be Mester Heigham, your groot frind.
Mar. How, Master Heigham, my groot frinde?
Out, alas! here's one of the strangers.
Laur. Peace, you mammet! let's see which it is. We may chance teach him a strange trick for his learning. Master Heigham, what wind drives you to our house so late?
Van. O my lief meskin, de love tol you be so groot, dat it bring me out my bed voor you.
Math. Ha, ha! we know the ass by his ears: it is the Dutchman. What shall we do with him?