e bowl.

_Hig._ Which must be up-sey _English_,
Strong, lusty _London_ beer; let's think more of it.

_Ger._ He must not marry.

_Enter_ Hubert.

_Hub._ By your leave in private,
One word Sir, with ye; _Gerrard_: do not start me,
I know ye, and he knows ye, that best loves ye:
_Hubert_ speaks to ye, and you must be _Gerrard_.
The time invites you to it.

_Ger._ Make no show then,
I am glad to see you Sir; and I am _Gerrard_.
How stand affairs?

_Hub._ Fair, if ye dare now follow,
_Hemskirk_ I have let goe, and these my causes,
I'le tell ye privately, and how I have wrought him,
And then to prove me honest to my friends,
Look upon these directions, you have seen his.

_Hig._ Then will I speak a speech, and a brave speech
In praise of Merchants, where's the Ape?

_Prig._ ------ Take him,
A gowty Bear-ward stole him the other day.

_Hig._ May his Bears worry him, that Ape had paid it,
What dainty tricks! ------ O that bursen Bear-ward:
In his French doublet, with his blister'd bullions,
In a long stock ty'd up; O how daintily
Would I have made him wait, and shift a trencher,
Carry a cup of wine? ten thousand stinks
Wait on thy mangy hide, thou lowzy Bear-ward.

_Ger._ 'Tis passing well, I both believe and joy in't,
And will be ready: keep you here the mean while,
And keep in, I must a while forsake ye,
Upon mine anger no man stir, this two hours.

_Hig._ Not to the wedding Sir?

_Ger._ Not any whither.

_Hig._ The wedding must be seen sir; we want meat too.
We are horrible out of meat.

_Prig._ Shall it be spoken,
Fat Capons shak't their tails at's in defiance?
And turkey tombs such honorable monuments,
Shall piggs, Sir, that the Parsons self would envy,
And dainty Ducks--

_Ger._ Not a word more, obey me.
[_Exit_ Ger.

_Hig._ Why then come dolefull death, this is flat tyranny,
And by this hand--

_Hub._ What?

_Hig._ I'le goe sleep upon't.
[_Exit_ Hig.

_Prig._ Nay, and there be a wedding, and we wanting,
Farewel our happy days: we do obey Sir. [_Exeunt._

SCENA V.

_Enter two young_ Merchants.

_1 Mer._ Well met Sir, you are for this lusty wedding.

_2 Mer._ I am so, so are you I take it.

_1 Mer._ Yes,
And it much glads me, that to doe him service
Who is the honour of our trade, and lustre,
We meet thus happily.

_2 Mer._ He's a noble fellow,
And well becomes a bride of such a beauty.

_1 Mer._ She is passing fair indeed, long may their loves
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