have brave chear, and go to Church together:
Give you good ev'n Sir.

_Hub._ But one word fair _Minche_.

_Jac._ I must be gone a milking.

_Hub._ Ye shall presently.
Did you never hear of a young maid called _Jaculin_?

_Jac._ I am discover'd; hark in your ear, I'll tell ye:
You must not know me, kiss and be constant ever.

_Hub._ Heaven curse me else 'tis she, and now I am certain
They are all here: now for my other project-- [_Exeunt._

SCENE III.

_Enter_ Goswin, 4. Merchants, Higgen, _and_ Prigg.

_1 Mer._ Nay, if 'twould do you courtesie.

_Gos._ None at all, Sir:
Take it, 'tis yours, there's your ten thousand for ye,
Give in my Bills. Your sixteen.

_3 Mer._ Pray be pleas'd Sir
To make a further use.

_Gos._ No.

_3 Mer._ What I have, Sir,
You may command; pray let me be your Servant.

_Gos._ Put your Hats on: I care not for your courtesies,
They are most untimely done, and no truth in 'em.

_2 Mer._ I have a fraught of Pepper.

_Gos._ Rot your Pepper,
Shall I trust you again? there's your seven thousand.

_4 Mer._ Or if you want fine Sugar, 'tis but sending.

_Gos._ No, I can send to _Barbary_, those people
That never yet knew faith, have nobler freedoms:
These carry to _Vanlock_, and take my Bills in,
To _Peter Zuten_ these: bring back my Jewels,
Why are these pieces?

_Enter_ Sayler.

_Sayler._ Health to the noble Merchant,
The _Susan_ is return'd.

_Gos._ Well?

_Say._ Well, and rich Sir,
And now put in.

_Gos._ Heaven thou hast heard my prayers.

_Say._ The brave _Rebeccah_ too, bound from the Straits,
With the next Tide is ready to put after.

_Gos._ What news o'th' fly-boat?

_Say._ If this Wind hold till midnight,
She will be here, and wealthy, 'scap'd fairly.

_Gos._ How, prithee, Sayler?

_Say._ Thus Sir, she had fight
Seven hours together, with six Turkish Gallies,
And she fought bravely; but at length was boarded
And overlaid with strength: when presently
Comes boring up the wind Captain _Vannoke_,
That valiant Gentleman, you redeem'd from prison;
He knew the Boat, set in, and fought it bravely:
Beat all the Gallies off, sunk three, redeem'd her,
And as a service to ye sent her home Sir.

_Gos._ An honest noble Captain, and a thankfull;
There's for thy news: go drink the Merchants health, _Saylor_.

_Say._ I thank your bounty, and I'le do it to a doyt, Sir.
[_Exit_ Saylor.

_1 Mer._ What miracles are pour'd upon this fellow!

_Gos._ This