Hig. I think worthily.

Prig. And very fit it should be, thou, and Ferret, And Ginks to sing the Song:  I for the structure, Which is the 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.