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.