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The Shippe called the Royall EXCHANGE.
Maister.
All hayle faire London, to behold thy Towers,
After our voyage long and dangerous:
Is Seamens comfort, thankes vnto those powers.
That in all perils haue preserued vs.
Our Royall Exchange hath made a rich returne,
Laden with Spices, Silkes, and Indico,
Our wiues that for our absence long did mourne,
Now find release from all their former woe.

Mate.
Maister good newes, our Owner, as I heare,
Is this day sworne in Londons Maioralty:

Boy.
Maister tis true, for, see what troupes appeare,
Of Cittizens, to beare him company.
Harke how the Drums and Trumpets cheerely sound,
To solemnize the triumph of this day,
Shall we do nothing, but be idle found,
On such a generall mirthfull Holyday?

Maister.
Take of our Pepper, of our Cloues and Mace,
And liberally bestow them round about,
Tis our ships luggage, and in such a case,
I know our Owner meanes to beare vs out.
Then, in his honor: And that company,
Whose loue and bounty this day doth declare,
Hurle Boy, hurle Mate. And Gunner, see you ply
Your Ordinance, and of fireworkes make no spare,
To adde the very vttermost we may,
To make this vp a cheerefull Holi-day.