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Scæna Tertia.

Enter Floriz. 4. Merchants, Higgen, and Prig.
1. Mer.
Nay if it would do you courtesy.

Flo.
None at all Sir;
Take it 'tis yours: ther's your ten thousand for ye,
Give in my Bills, your sixteene.

3. Mer.
Pray be pleas'd Sir,
To make a further use.

Flo.
No.

3. Mer.
What I have Sir,
You may command; pray let me be your Servant.

Flo.
Put your hatts on: I care not for your courtisies;
They are most untimely don, and no truth in 'em.

2. Mer.
I have a frought of pepper.

Flo.
Rot your pepper,
Shall I trust you againe? ther's your seven thousand.

4. Mer.
Or if you want fine suger, 'tis but sending.

Flo.
No, I can send to Barbary, those people
That never yet knew faith, have nobler freedoms:
These carry to Vanlock, and take my Bills in
To Peter Zuten these: bring back my Iewells;
Why are these peices?

Enter Saylor.
Saylor.
Health to the noble Merchant,
The Susan is return'd.

Flo.
Well?

Say.
Well, and rich Sir,
And now put in.

Flo.
Heaven thou hast heard my prayers.

Say.
The brave Rebecca too: bound from the straights,
With the next tide is ready to put after.

Flo.
What newes o'th' fly-boate?

Say.
If this winde hold till midnight,
She will be here, and wealthy, scap't fairely.

Flo.
How, pre'thee Saylor?

Say.
Thus Sir, she had fight
Seven howers together, with six Turkish Gallyes,
And she fought bravely: but at length was borded:
And over lai'd with strength: when presently
Comes boring up the winde Captaine Van-noke;
That valiant Gentleman, you redeem'd from prison;
He knew the Boate, set in: and fought it bravely:
Beate all the Gallies off; sunk three, redeem'd her,
And as a service to ye, sent her home Sir.

Flo.
An honest noble Captaine, and a thankfull;
Ther's for thy new's: go drink the Merchants health, Saylor

Say.
I thanke your bounty, and I'le do it to a doyt, Sir,
Exit Saylor.

1. Mer.
What miracles are powr'd upon this fellow?

Flo.
This ye are I hope my friends, I shall scape prison,
For all your cares to catch me.

2. Mer.
You may please Sir
To think of your poor servants in displeasure,
Whose all they have, goods, monyes, are at your service.

Flo.
I thank you,
When I have need of you I shall forget you:
You are paid I hope.

All.
We joy in your good fortunes.

Enter Van-donck.
Van.-d.
Come Sir, come take your ease you must go home
With mee, yonder is one weepes and howles.

Flo.
Alas how does she?

Van-d.
She will be better soone I hope.

Flo.
Why soone sir?

Van-d.
Why when you have her in your armes, this night,
My boy she is thy wife

Flo.
With all my hart I take her.

Van-d.
We have prepar'd, all thy friends will be there,
And all my Roomes shall smoake to see the revell;
Thou hast been wrong'd and no more shall my seruice,
Waite on the knaue her Vncle, I have hard all,
All his baites for my Boy, but thou shalt have her;
Hast thou dispatch 't thy businesse?

Flo.
Most.

Van-d.
By the masse Boy,
Thou tumblest now in wealth, and I joy in it,
Thou art the best Boy, that Bruges ever nourish'd
Thou hast been sad, I'le cheere thee do with Sack,
And when thou art lusty I'le fling thee to thy Mistris.
Shee'l hug thee, sirha.

Flo.
I long to see it,
I had forgot you: ther's for you my friends:
You had but heavy burthens, commend my love
To my best love, all the love I have
To honest Clause, shortly I will thanke him better.

Exit.
Hig.
By the masse a royall Merchant,
Gold by the handfull, here will be sport, soone Prig.

Prig.
It partly seemes so, and here will I be in a trice.

Hig.
And I boy,
Away a pace we are look'd for.

Prig.
Oh these bak'd meates,
Me thinkes I smell them hither.

Hig.
Thy mouth waters.

Exeunt.