Gos. What great security?

Ger. Away with that, Sir, Were not ye more than all the men in Bruges; And all the money in my thoughts—­

Gos. But good Clause, I may dye presently.

Ger. 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!