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
Continue like their youths, in spring of sweetness,
All the young Merchants will be here
No doubt on't,
For he that comes not to attend this wedding,
The curse of a most blind one fall upon him,
A loud wife, and a lazie: here's Vanlock.

Enter Vanlock and Francis.

Vanl. Well overtaken Gentlemen: save ye.

1 Mer. The same to you sir; save ye fair Mistris Francis,
I would this happy night might make you blush too.

Vanl. She dreams apace.

Fran. That's but a drowsie fortune.

3 Mer. Nay take us with ye too; we come to that end,
I am sure ye are for the wedding.

Vanl. Hand and heart man:
And what their feet can doe, I could have tript it
Before this whorson gout.

Enter Clause.

Clau. Bless ye Masters.

Vanl. Clause? how now Clause? thou art come to see thy Master,
(And a good master he is to all poor people)
In all his joy, 'tis honestly done of thee.

Clau. Long may he live sir, but my business now is
If you would please to doe it, and to him too.

Enter Goswin.

Vanl. He's here himself.

Gos. Stand at the door my friends?
I pray walk in: welcom fair Mistris Francis,
See what the house affords, there's a young Lady
Will bid you welcom.

Vanl. We joy your happiness. [Exeunt.

Gos. I hope it will be so: Clause nobly welcom,
My honest, my best friend, I have been carefull
To see thy monys—

Clau. Sir, that brought not me,
Do you know this Ring again?

Gos. Thou hadst it of me.

Cla. And do you well remember yet, the boun you gave me
Upon the return of this?

Gos. Yes, and I grant it,
Be it what it will: ask what thou canst, I'le do it;
Within my power.

Cla. Ye are not married yet?

Gos. No.

Cla. Faith I shall ask you that that will disturb ye,
But I must put ye to your promise.

Gos. Do, And if I faint and flinch in't—

Cla. Well said Master,
And yet it grieves me too: and yet it must be.

Gos. Prethee distrust me not.

Cla. You must not marry,
That's part of the power you gave me: which to make up,
You must presently depart, and follow me.

Gos. Not marry, Clause?

Cla. Not if you keep your promise,
And give me power to ask.

Gos. Pre'thee think better, I will obey, by Heaven.

Cla. I have thought the best, Sir

Gos. Give me thy reason, do'st thou fear her honesty?

Cla. Chaste as the ice, for any thing I know, Sir.

Gos. Why should'st thou light on that then? to what purpose?

Cla. I must not now discover.

Gos. Must not marry? Shall I break now when my poor heart is pawn'd?
When all the preparation?

Cla. Now or never.

Gos. Come, 'tis not that thou would'st: thou do'st but fright me.

Cla. Upon my soul it is, Sir, and I bind ye.

Gos. Clause, can'st thou be so cruel?

Cla. You may break, Sir,
But never more in my thoughts appear honest.

Gos. Did'st ever see her?

Cla. No.

Gos. She is such a thing,
O Clause, she is such a wonder, such a mirror,
For beauty, and fair vertue, Europe has not:
Why hast thou made me happy, to undo me?
But look upon her; then if thy heart relent not,
I'le quit her presently: who waits there?

Ser. [within] Sir.

Gos. Bid my fair love come hither, and the Company.
Prethee be good unto me; take a mans heart
And look upon her truly: take a friends heart
And feel what misery must follow this.

Cla. Take you a noble heart and keep your promise;
I forsook all I had, to make you happy.

Enter Gertrude, Vandunk, and the rest Merchants.

Can that thing call'd a Woman, stop your goodness?

Gos. Look there she is, deal with me as thou wilt now,
Did'st ever see a fairer?

Cla. She is most goodly.

Gos. Pray ye stand still.

Ger. What ails my love?

Gos. Didst thou ever,
By the fair light of Heave[n], behold a sweeter?
O that thou knew'st but love, or ever felt him,
Look well, look narrowly upon her beauties.

1 Mer. Sure h'as some strange design in hand, he starts so.

2 Mer. This Beggar has a strong power over his pleasure.

Gos. View all her body,

Cla. 'Tis exact and excellent.

Gos. Is she a thing then to be lost thus lightly?
Her mind is ten times sweeter, ten times nobler,
And but to hear her speak, a Paradise,
And such a love she bears to me, a chaste love,
A vertuous, fair, and fruitful love: 'tis now too
I am ready to enjoy it; the Priest ready, Clause,
To say the holy words shall make us happy,
This is a cruelty beyond mans study,
All these are ready, all our joyes are ready,
And all the expectation of our friends,
'Twill be her death to do it.

Cla. Let her dye then.

Gos. Thou canst not: 'tis impossible.

Cla. It must be.

Gos. 'Twill kill me too, 'twill murder me: by heaven Clause
I'le give thee half I have; come thou shalt save me.

Cla. Then you must go with me: I can stay no longer,
If ye be true, and noble.

Gos. Hard heart, I'le follow:
Pray ye all go in again, and pray be merry,
I have a weighty business, (give my Cloak there,)

Enter Servant (with a Cloak.)

Concerns my life, and state, (make no enquiry,)
This present hour befaln me: with the soonest
I shall be here again: nay pray go in, Sir,
And take them with you, 'tis but a night lost, Gentlemen.

Van. Come, come in, we will not lose our meat yet,
Nor our good mirth, he cannot stay long from her, I am sure of that.

Gos. I will not stay; believe, Sir. [Exit.

Gertrude, a word with you.

Ger. Why is this stop, Sir?

Gos. I have no more time left me, but to kiss thee,
And tell thee this, I am ever thine: farewel wench. [Exit.

Ger. And is that all your Ceremony? Is this a wedding?
Are all my hopes and prayers turn'd to nothing?
Well, I will say no more, nor sigh, nor sorrow;
Till to thy face I prove thee false. Ah me! [Exit.

ACTUS QUINTUS. SCENA PRIMA

Enter Gertrude, and a Boor.

Ger. Lead, if thou thinkst we are right: why dost thou make
These often stands? thou saidst thou knewst the way.

Bo. Fear nothing, I do know it: would 'twere homeward.

Ger. Wrought from me by a Beggar? at the time
That most should tye him? 'tis some other Love
That hath a more command on his affections,
And he that fetcht him, a disguised Agent,
Not what he personated; for his fashion
Was more familiar with him, and more powerful
Than one that ask'd an alms: I must find out
One, if not both: kind darkness be my shrowd,
And cover loves too curious search in me,
For yet, suspicion, I would not name thee.

Bo. Mistris, it grows somewhat pretty and dark.

Ger. What then?

Bo. Nay, nothing; do not think I am afraid,
Although perhaps you are.

Ger. I am not, forward.

Bo. Sure but you are? give me your hand, fear nothing.
There's one leg in the wood, do not pull me backward:
What a sweat one on's are in, you or I?
Pray God it do not prove the plague; yet sure
It has infected me; for I sweat too,
It runs out at my knees, feel, feel, I pray you.

Ger. What ails the fellow?

Bo. Hark, hark I beseech you,
Do you hear nothing?

Ger. No.

Bo. List: a wild Hog,
He grunts: now 'tis a Bear: this wood is full of 'em,
And now, a Wolf, Mistress, a Wolf, a Wolf,
It is the howling of a Wolf.

Ger. The braying of an Ass, is it not?

Bo. Oh, now one has me;
Oh my left haunch, farewel.

Ger. Look to your Shanks,
Your Breech is safe enough, the Wolf's a Fern-brake.

Bo. But see, see, see, there is a Serpent in it;
It has eyes as broad as Platters; it spits fire;
Now it creeps towards us, help me to say my Prayers:
It hath swallowed me almost, my breath is stopt;
I cannot speak: do I speak Mistress? tell me.

Ger. Why, thou strange timerous Sot, canst thou perceive
Any thing i'th' Bush but a poor Glo-worm?

Bo. It may be 'tis but a Glo-worm now, but 'twill
Grow to a Fire-drake presently.

Ger. Come thou from it:
I have a precious guide of you, and a courteous,
That gives me leave to lead my self the way thus.

Bo. It thunders, you hear that now?

Ger. I hear one hollow.

Bo. 'Tis thunder, thunder:
See, a Flash of Lightning:
Are you not blasted Mistress? pull your Mask off,
It has plaid the Barber with me here: I have lost
My Beard, my Beard, pray God you be not shaven,
'Twill spoil your Marriage Mistress.

Ger. What strange Wonders Fear fancies in a Coward!

Bo. Now the Earth opens.

Ger. Prithee hold thy peace.

Bo. Will you on then?

Ger. Both love and jealousie have made me bold,
Where my Fate leads me, I must go. [Exit.

Bo. God be with you then.

Enter Woolfort, Hemskirk, and Attendants.

Hem. It was the Fellow sure, he that should guide me,
The Hunts-man that did hollow us.

Woolf. Best make a stand, And listen to his next: Ha!

Hem. Who goes there?

Bo. Mistress, I am taken.

Hem. Mistress? Look forth Souldiers.

Woolf. What are you Sirrah?

Bo. Truly all is left
Of a poor Boor, by day-light, by night no body,
You might have spar'd your Drum, and Guns, and Pikes too
For I am none that will stand out Sir, I.
You may take me in with a walking Stick,
Even when you please, and hold me with a packthred.

Hem. What woman was't you call'd to?

Bo. Woman! none Sir.

Woolf. None! did you not name Mistress?

Bo. Yes, but she's
No woman yet: she should have been this night,
But that a Beggar stole away her Bridegroom,
Whom we were going to make hue and cry after;
I tell you true Sir, she should ha' been married to day;
And was the Bride and all; but in came Clause,
The old lame Beggar, and whips up Mr Goswin
Under his arm; away with him as a Kite,
Or an old Fox would swoop away a Gosling.

Hem. 'Tis she, 'tis she, 'tis she: Niece?

Ger. Ha!

Hem. She Sir,
This was a noble entrance to your fortune,
That being on the point thus to be married,
Upon her venture here, you should surprise her.

Woolf. I begin, Hemskirk, to believe my fate,
Works to my ends.

Hem. Yes Sir, and this adds trust
Unto the fellow our guide, who assur'd me Florez
Liv'd in some Merchants shape, as Gerrard did
I' the old Beggars, and that he would use
Him for the train, to call the other forth;
All which we find is done—That's he again— [Holla again.

Woolf. Good, we sent out to meet him.

Hem. Here's the Oak.

Ger. I am miserably lost, thus faln
Into my Uncles hands from all my hopes,
Can I not think away my self and dye?

Enter Hubert, Higgen, Prig, Ferret, Snap, Ginks like Boors.

Hub. I like your habits well: they are safe, stand close.

Hig. But what's the action we are for now? Ha!
Robbing a Ripper of his Fish.

Prig. Or taking A Poulterer Prisoner, without ransome, Bullyes?

Hig. Or cutting off a Convoy of Butter?

Fer. Or surprizing a Boors ken, for granting cheats!

Prig. Or cackling Cheats?

Hig. Or Mergery-praters, Rogers,
And Tibs o'th' Buttery?

Prig. O I could drive a Regiment
Of Geese afore me, such a night as this,
Ten Leagues with my Hat and Staff, and not a hiss
Heard, nor a wing of my Troops disordered.

Hig. Tell us,
If it be milling of a lag of duds,
The fetching of a back of cloaths or so;
We are horribly out of linnen.

Hub. No such matter.

Hig. Let me alone with the Farmers dog,
If you have a mind to the cheese-loft; 'tis but thus,
And he is a silenc'd Mastiff, during pleasure.

Hub. Would it would please you to be silent.

Hig. Mum.

Woolf. Who's there?

Hub. A friend, the Hunts-man.

Hem. O 'tis he.

Hub. I have kept touch Sir, which is the Earl of these?
Will he know a man now?

Hem. This my Lord's the Friend,
Hath undertook the service.

Hub. If't be worth
His Lordships thanks anon, when 'tis done
Lording, I'll look for't, a rude Wood-man,
I know how to pitch my toils, drive in my game:
And I have don't, both Florez and his Father
Old Gerrard, with Lord Arnold of Benthuisen,

Cozen, and Jaculin, young Florez's Sister:
I have 'em all.

Woolf. Thou speak'st too much, too happy,
To carry faith with it.

Hub. I can bring you Where you shall see, and find 'em.

Woolf. We will double
What ever Hemskirk then hath promis'd thee.

Hub. And I'll deserve it treble: what horse ha' you?

Woolf. A hundred. That's well: ready to take
Upon surprise of 'em.

Hem. Yes.

Hub. Divide then
Your force into five Squadrons; for there are
So many out-lets, ways through the wood
That issue from the place where they are lodg'd:
Five several ways, of all which Passages,
We must possess our selves, to round 'em in;
For by one starting hole they'll all escape else:
I and 4. Boors here to me will be guides,
The Squadron where you are, my self will lead:
And that they may be more secure, I'll use
My wonted whoops, and hollows, as I were
A hunting for 'em; which will make them rest
Careless of any noise, and be a direction
To the other guides, how we approach 'em still.

Woolf. 'Tis order'd well, and relisheth the Souldier;
Make the division Hemskirk; you are my charge,
Fair One, I'll look to you.

Boo. Shall no body need
To look to me? I'll look unto my self.

Hub. 'Tis but this, remember.

Hig. Say, 'tis done, Boy. [Exeunt.

SCENA II

Enter Gerrard and Florez.

Ger. By this time Sir I hope you want no reasons
Why I broke off your marriage, for though I
Should as a Subject study you my Prince
In things indifferent, it will not therefore
Discredit you, to acknowledge me your Father,
By harkning to my necessary counsels.

Flo. Acknowledge you my Father? Sir I do,
And may impiety, conspiring with
My other Sins, sink me, and suddenly
When I forget to pay you a Sons duty
In my obedience, and that help'd forth
With all the cheerfulness.

Ger. I pray you rise,
And may those powers that see and love this in you,
Reward you for it: Taught by your example
Having receiv'd the rights due to a Father,
I tender you th' allegeance of a Subject:
Which as my Prince accept of.

Flo. Kneel to me?
May mountains first fall down beneath their valleys,
And fire no more mount upwards, when I suffer
An act in nature so preposterous;
I must o'ercome in this, in all things else
The victory be yours: could you here read me,
You should perceive how all my faculties
Triumph in my blest fate, to be found yours;
I am your son, your son Sir, and am prouder
To be so, to the Father, to such goodness
(Which heaven be pleas'd, I may inherit from you)
Than I shall ever of those specious titles
That plead for my succession in the Earldom
(Did I possess it now) left by my Mother.

Ger. I do believe it: but—

Flo. O my lov'd Father,
Before I knew you were so, by instinct,
Nature had taught me, to look on your wants,
Not as a stranger's: and I know not how,
What you call'd charity, I thought the payment
Of some religious debt, nature stood bound for;
And last of all, when your magnificent bounty
In my low ebb of fortune, had brought in
A flood of blessings, though my threatning wants
And fear of their effects, still kept me stupid,
I soon found out, it was no common pity
That led you to it.

Ger. Think of this hereafter
When we with joy may call it to remembrance,
There will be a time, more opportune, than now
To end our story, with all circumstances,
I add this only: when we fled from Wolfort
I sent you into England, and there placed you
With a brave Flanders Merchant, call'd rich Goswin,
A man supplyed by me unto that purpose,
As bound by oath never to discover you,
Who dying, left his name and wealth unto you
As his reputed Son, and yet receiv'd so;
But now, as Florez, and a Prince, remember
The countreys, and the subjects general good
Must challenge the first part in your affection:
The fair maid, whom you chose to be your wife,
Being so far beneath you, that your love
Must grant she's not your equal.

Flo. In descent
Or borrowed glories from dead Ancestors,
But for her beauty, chastity, and all vertues
Ever remembred in the best of women,
A Monarch might receive from her, not give,
Though she were his Crowns purchase; in this only
Be an indulgent Father: in all else,
Use your authority.

Enter Hubert, Hemskirk, Wolfort, Bertha, and Souldiers.

Hub. Sir, here be two of 'em,
The Father and the Son, the rest you shall have
As fast as I can rouze them.

Ger. Who's this? Wolfort?

Wol. I Criple, your feigned crutches will not help you,
Nor patch'd disguise that hath so long conceal'd you,
It's now no halting: I must here find Gerrard,
And in this Merchants habit, one call'd Florez
Who would be an Earl.

Ger. And is, wert thou a subject.

Flo. Is this that Traitor Wolfort?

Wol. Yes, but you
Are they that are betrai'd: Hemskirk.

Ber. My Goswin Turn'd Prince?
O I am poorer by this greatness,
Than all my former jealousies or misfortunes.

Florez. Gertrude?

Wol. Stay Sir, you were to day too near her,
You must no more aim at those easie accesses,
Less you can do't in air, without a head,
Which shall be suddenly tri'd.

Ber. O take my heart, first,
And since I cannot hope now to enjoy him,
Let me but fall a part of his glad ransom.

Wol. You know not your own value, that entreat.

Ger. So proud a fiend as Wolfort.

Wol. For so lost A thing as Florez.

Flo. And that would be so
Rather than she should stoop again to thee;
There is no death, but's sweeter than all life,
When Wolfort is to give it: O my Gertrude,
It is not that, nor Princedom that I goe from,
It is from thee, that loss includeth all.

Wol. I, if my young Prince knew his loss, he would say so,
Which that he yet may chew on, I will tell him
This is no Gertrude, nor no Hemskirks Niece,
Nor Vandunks Daughter: this is Bertha, Bertha,
The heir of Brabant, she that caus'd the war,
Whom I did steal, during my treaty there,
In your minority, to raise my self;
I then fore-seeing 'twould beget a quarel,
That, a necessity of my employment,
The same employment, make me master of strength,
That strength, the Lord of Flanders, so of Brabant,
By marrying her: which had not been to doe Sir,
She come of years, but that the expectation
First of her Fathers death, retarded it,
And since the standing out of Bruges, where

Hemskirk had hid her, till she was near lost:
But Sir, we have recover'd her: your Merchantship
May break, for this was one of your best bottoms
I think.

Ger. Insolent Devil!

Enter Hubert, with Jaqueline, Ginks, and Costin.

Wol. Who are these, Hemskirk?

Hem. More, more, Sir.

Flo. How they triumph in their treachery!

Hem. Lord Arnold of Benthusin, this Lord Costin,
This Jaqueline the sister unto Florez.

Wol. All found? why here's brave game, this was sport royall,
And puts me in thought of a new kind of death for 'em.
Hunts-man, your horn: first wind me Florez fall,
Next Gerrards, then his Daughter Jaquelins,
Those rascals, they shall dye without their rights:
Hang 'em Hemskirk on these trees; I'le take
The assay of these my self.

Hub. Not here my Lord,
Let 'em be broken up upon a scaffold,
'Twill shew the better when their arbour's made.

Ger. Wretch, art thou not content thou hast betrai'd us,
But mock us too?

Ginks. False Hubert, this is monstrous.

Wol. Hubert?

Hem. Who, this?

Ger. Yes this is Hubert, Wolfort, I hope he has helpt himself to a tree.

Wol. The first,
The first of any, and most glad I have you Sir,
I let you goe before, but for a train;
Is't you have done this service?

Hub. As your Hunts-man, But now as Hubert; save your selves, I will,
The Wolf's afoot, let slip; kill, kill, kill, kill.

Enter with a drum Van-dunk, Merchants, Higgen, Prig, Ferret, Snap.

Wol. Betray'd?

Hub. No, but well catch'd: and I the Huntsman.

Van-d. How do you Wolfort? Rascal, good knave Wolfort,
I speak it now without the Rose, and Hemskirk,
Rogue Hemskirk, you that have no niece, this Lady
Was stoln by you, and ta'ne by you, and now
Resign'd by me, to the right owner here:
Take her my Prince.

Flo. Can this be possible,
Welcom my love, my sweet, my worthy love.

Van-d. I ha' giv'n you her twice: now keep her better, and thank
Lord Hubert, that came to me in Gerrards name,
And got me out, with my brave Boyes, to march
Like Caesar, when he bred his Commentaries,
So I, to bread my Chronicle, came forth

Caesar Van-dunk, & veni, vidi, vici,
Give me my Bottle, and set down the drum;
You had your tricks Sir, had you? we ha' tricks too,
You stole the Lady?

Hig. And we led your Squadrons,
Where they ha' scratch'd their leggs a little, with brambles,
If not their faces.

Prig. Yes, and run their heads Against trees.

Hig. 'Tis Captain Prig, Sir.

Prig. And Coronel Higgen.

Hig. We have fill'd a pit with your people, some with leggs,
Some with arms broken, and a neck or two I think be loose.

Prig. The rest too, that escap'd,
Are not yet out o'the briars,

Hig. And your horses, Sir,
Are well set up in Bruges all by this time:
You look as you were not well Sir, and would be
Shortly let blood; do you want a scarf?

Van-d. A halter.

Ger. 'Twas like your self, honest, and noble Hubert:
Can'st thou behold these mirrors all together,
Of thy long, false, and bloody usurpation?
Thy tyrrannous proscription, and fresh treason:
And not so see thy self, as to fall down
And sinking, force a grave, with thine own guilt,
As deep as hell, to cover thee and it?

Wol. No, I can stand: and praise the toyles that took me
And laughing in them dye, they were brave snares.

Flo. 'Twere truer valour, if thou durst repent
The wrongs th' hast done, and live.

Wol. Who, I repent? And say I am sorry? yes, 'tis the fool's language
And not for Wolfort.

Van-d. Wolfort, thou art a Devil,
And speakst his language, oh that I had my longing
Under this row of trees now would I hang him.

Flo. No let him live, until he can repent,
But banish'd from our State, that is thy doom.

Van-d. Then hang his worthy Captain here, this Hemskirk
For profit of th' example.

Flo. No let him
Enjoy his shame too: with his conscious life,
To shew how much our innocence contemns
All practice from the guiltiest, to molest us.

Van-d. A noble Prince.

Ger. Sir, you must help to join
A pair of hands, as they have done their hearts here,
And to their loves with joy.

Flo. As to mine own,
My gracious Sister, worthiest Brother.

Van. I'le go afore, and have the bon-fire made,
My fire-works, & flap dragons, and good backrack,
With a peck of little fishes, to drink down
In healths to this day.

Hig. 'Slight, here be changes,
The Bells ha' not so many, nor a dance, Prig.

Prig. Our Company's grown horrible thin by it,
What think you Ferret?

Fer. Marry I do think,
That we might all be Lords now, if we could stand for't.

Hig. Not I if they should offer it: I'le dislodge first,
Remove the Bush to another climat.

Ger. Sir, you must thank this worthy Burgomaster,
Here be friends ask to be look'd on too,
And thank'd, who though their trade, and course of life
Be not so perfect, but it may be better'd,
Have yet us'd me with courtesy, and been true
Subjects unto me, while I was their King,
A place I know not well how to resign,
Nor unto whom: But this I will entreat
Your grace, command them follow you to Bruges;
Where I will take the care on me, to find
Some manly, and more profitable course
To fit them, as a part of the Republique.

Flo. Do you hear Sirs? do so.

Hig. Thanks to your good grace.

Prig. To your good Lordship.

Fer. May you both live long.

Ger. Attend me at Van-dunks, the Burgomasters.
[Ex. all but Beggars.

Hig. Yes, to beat hemp, and be whipt twice a week,
Or turn the wheel, for Crab the Rope-maker:
Or learn to go along with him, his course;
That's a fine course now, i' the common-wealth, Prig,
What say you to it?

Prig. It is the backwardst course, I know i'the world.

Hig. Then Higgen will scarce thrive by it,
You do conclude?

Prig. 'Faith hardly, very hardly.

Hig. Troth I am partly of your mind, Prince Prig;
And therefore farewel Flanders, Higgen will seek
Some safer shelter, in some other Climat,
With this his tatter'd Colony:
Let me see Snap, Ferret, Prig, and Higgen, all are left
O' the true blood: what? shall we into England?

Prig. Agreed.

Hig. Then bear up bravely with your Brute my lads,
Higgen hath prig'd the prancers in his dayes,
And sold good penny-worths; we will have a course,
The Spirit of Bottom, is grown bottomless.

Prig. I'le mand no more, nor cant.

Hig. Yes, your sixpenny worth In private,
Brother, sixpence is a sum I'le steal you any mans Dogg for.

Prig. For sixpence more You'l tell the owner where he is.

Hig. 'Tis right,

Higgen must practise, so must Prig to eat;
And write the Letter: and gi' the word. But now
No more, as either of these.

Prig. But as true Beggars, As e're we were.

Hig. We stand here, for an Epilogue;
Ladies, your bounties first; the rest will follow;
For womens favours are a leading alms,
If you be pleas'd look cheerly, throw your eyes
Out at your masks.

Prig. And let your beauties sparkle.

Hig. So may you ne'er want dressings,
Jewels, gowns Still i' the fashion.

Prig. Nor the men you love,
Wealth nor discourse to please you.

Hig. May you Gentlemen,
Never want good fresh suits nor liberty.

Prig. May every Merchant here see safe his ventures.

Hig. And every honest Citizen his debts in.

Prig. The Lawyers again good Clyents.

Hig. And the Clyents good Counsel.

Prig. All the Gamesters here good fortune.

Hig. The Drunkards too good wine.

Prig. The eaters meat Fit for their tastes and palats.

Hig. The good wives kind Husbands.

Prig. The young maids choyce of Sutors.

Hig. The Midwives merry hearts.

Prig. And all good cheer.

Hig. As you are kind unto us and our Bush,
We are the Beggars and your daily Beadsmen,
And have your mony, but the Alms we ask
And live by, is your Grace, give that, and then
We'l boldly say our word is, Come again.