His constant temper; for his outward habit
’Tis suitable to his present course of life: 
His table furnish’d well, but not with dainties
That please the appetite only for their rareness,
Or their dear price:  nor given to wine or women,
Beyond his health, or warrant of a man,
I mean a good one:  and so loves his state
He will not hazard it at play; nor lend
Upon the assurance of a well-pen’d Letter,
Although a challenge second the denial
From such as make th’ opinion of their valour
Their means of feeding.

1 Mer. These are wayes to thrive, And the means not curs’d.

2 Mer. What follows, this
Makes many venturers with him, in their wishes,
For his prosperity:  for when desert
Or reason leads him to be liberal,
His noble mind and ready hand contend
Which can add most to his free courtesies,
Or in their worth, or speed to make them so. 
Is there a Virgin of good fame wants dower? 
He is a Father to her; or a Souldier
That in his Countreys service, from the war
Hath brought home only scars, and want? his house
Receives him, and relieves him, with that care
As if what he possess’d had been laid up
For such good uses, and he steward of it. 
But I should lose my self to speak him further
And stale in my relation, the much good
You may be witness of, if your remove
From Bruges be not speedy.

1 Mer. This report
I do assure you will not hasten it,
Nor would I wish a better man to deal with
For what I am to part with.

3 Mer. Never doubt it,
He is your man and ours, only I wish
His too much forwardness to embrace all bargains
Sink him not in the end.

2 Mer. Have better hopes, For my part I am confident; here he comes.

Enter Goswin, and the fourth Merchant.

Gos. I take it at your own rates, your wine of Cyprus,
But for your Candy sugars, they have met
With such foul weather, and are priz’d so high
I cannot save in them.

4 Mer. I am unwilling
To seek another Chapman:  make me offer
Of something near price, that may assure me
You can deal for them.

Gos. I both can, and will,
But not with too much loss; your bill of lading
Speaks of two hundred chests, valued by you
At thirty thousand gilders, I will have them
At twenty eight; so, in the payment of
Three thousand sterling, you fall only in
Two hundred pound.

4 Mer.  You know, they are so cheap.—­

Gos.  Why look you; I’le deal fa[ir]ly, there’s in prison,
And at your suit, a Pirat, but unable
To make you satisfaction, and past hope
To live a week, if you should prosecute
What you can prove against him:  set him free,
And you shall have your mony to a Stiver,
And present payment.