Hub. Yes, venison, and if you want—­

Hig. ’Tis well you understand right, And shall practise daily:  you can drink too?

Hub. Soundly.

Hig. And ye dare know a woman from a weathercock?

Hub. If I handle her.

Ger. Now swear him.

Hig. I crown thy nab, with a gag of benbouse, And stall thee by the Salmon into the clows, To mand on the pad, and strike all the cheats; To Mill from the Ruffmans, commision and slates, Twang dell’s, i’ the stiromell, and let the Quire Cuffin:  And Herman Beck strine, and trine to the Ruffin.

Ger. Now interpret this unto him.

Hig. I pour on thy pate a pot of good ale,
And by the Rogues [oth] a Rogue thee instal: 
To beg on the way, to rob all thou meets;
To steal from the hedge, both the shirt and the sheets: 
And lye with thy wench in the straw till she twang,
Let the Constable, Justice, and Devil go hang.

Hig. You are welcom Brother.

All. Welcom, welcom, welcom, but who shall have the keeping Of this fellow?

Hub. Sir, if you dare but trust me;
For if I have kept wild dogs and beasts for wonder,
And made ’em tame too:  give into my custody
This roaring Rascal, I shall hamper him,
With all his knacks and knaveries, and I fear me
Discover yet a further villany in him;
O he smells ranck o’th’ Rascal.

Ger. Take him to thee, But if he scape—­

Hub. Let me be ev’n hang’d for him, Come Sir, I’le tye ye to my leash.

Hem. Away Rascal.

Hub. Be not so stubborn:  I shall swindge ye soundly, And ye play tricks with me.

Ger. So, now come in, But ever have an eye Sir, to your Prisoner.

Hub. He must blind both mine eyes, if he get from me.

Ger. Go get some victuals, and some drink, some good drink; For this day we’ll keep holy to good fortune, Come, and be frolick with us.

Hig. You are a stranger, Brother, I pray lead, You must, you must, Brother. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Enter Goswin and Gertrude.

Ger. Indeed you’re welcome:  I have heard your scape,
And therefore give her leave, that only loves you;
(Truly and dearly loves you) give her joy leave
To bid you welcome:  what is’t makes you sad man? 
Why do you look so wild?  Is’t I offend you? 
Beshrew my heart, not willingly.

Gos. No, Gertrude.

Ger. Is’t the delay of that ye long have look’d for, A happy marriage? now I come to urge it.  Now when you please to finish it?