Then this dies with ye:
Pay when you can good Master, I'll no Parchments,
Only this charity I shall entreat you;
Leave me this Ring.

_Gos._ Alas, it is too poor, _Clause_.

_Ger._ 'Tis all I ask, and this withal, that when
I shall deliver this back, you shall grant me
Freely one poor petition.

_Gos._ There, I confirm it, [_Gives the Ring._
And may my faith forsake me when I shun it.

_Ger._ Away, your time draws on. Take up the money,
And follow this young Gentleman.

_Gos._ Farewell _Clause_,
And may thy honest memory live for ever.

_Ger._ Heaven bless you, and still keep you, farewel Master. [_Exeunt._

SCENE II.

_Enter_ Hubert.

_Hub._ I have lockt my Youth up close enough for gadding,
In an old Tree, and set watch over him.

_Enter_ Jaculin.

Now for my Love, for sure this Wench must be she,
She follows me; Come hither, pretty _Minche_.

_Jac._ No, no, you'll kiss.

_Hub._ So I will.

_Jac._ Y'ded law?
How will ye kiss me, pray you?

_Hub._ Thus, soft as my loves lips.

_Jac._ Oh!

_Hub._ What's your Father's name?

_Jac._ He's gone to Heaven.

_Hub._ Is it not _Gerrard_, Sweet?

_Jac._ I'll stay no longer;
My Mother's an old Woman, and my Brother
Was drown'd at Sea, with catching Cockles. O Love!
O how my heart melts in me: how thou fir'st me!

_Hub._ 'Tis certain she; pray let me see your hand, Sweet?

_Jac._ No, no, you'l bite it.

_Hub._ Sure I should know that Gymmal!

_Jac._ 'Tis certain he: I had forgot my Ring too.
O _Hubert_! _Hubert_!

_Hub._ Ha! methought she nam'd me--
Do you know me, Chick?

_Jac._ No indeed, I never saw ye;
But methinks you kiss finely.

_Hub._ Kiss again then;
By Heaven 'tis she.

_Jac._ O what a joy he brings me!

_Hub._ You are not _Minche_?

_Jac._ Yes, pretty Gentleman,
And I must be marry'd to morrow to a Capper.

_Hub._ Must ye my Sweet, and does the Capper love ye?

_Jac._ Yes, yes, he'I give me pie, and look in mine eyes thus.
'Tis he: 'tis my dear Love: O blest Fortune.

_Hub._ How fain she would conceal her self, yet shew it!
Will you love me, and leave that man? I'll serve.

_Jac._ O I shall lose my self!

_Hub._ I'll wait upon you,
And make you dainty Nose-gays.

_Jac._ And where will you stick 'em?

_Hub._ Here in [thy] bosom, Sweet, and make a crown of Lilies
For your fair head.

_Jac._ And will you love me deed-law?

_Hub._ With all my Heart.

_Jac._ Call me to morrow then,
And we'll