_Crac_. Well said, Captain; the tother health, Captain: heres good wine, good Tobackoe, good everything: had we but a good wench or two twere excellent. _Suc_. Great _Alexander_, does not dreame of this, I warrant yee. _Grimes_. Oh, hees fast enough; heele be ready to cast up his accounts the easier when my lady calls him. _Crac_. Come, come; who payes the Musicke? Captain, you have my purse. _Suc_. Truths a truth from Infidell or Pagan: I am in trust, and that's beleife, and so it shalbe saved. Pay the Musick? umh, where are they? let me see, how many's of you, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6: good, can any of you daunce? _Mus_. Daunce? Yes, sir, we can shake our legs or soe. _Suc_. So said so don, brave ladd; come, letts have a daunce, some daunce and some play. _Mus_. Anything to please you, noble Captaine. _Suc_. Lively then, my hearts; some country Jigg or soe. Oh those playes that I have seene of youre, with their Jiggs[85] ith tayles of them[86] like your French forces! Death, I am a rorging (roaring?) boy; but, come, stir your shanks nimbly or Ile hough ye. Strike up there! [_Daunce_. _Grimes_. Well don, my hearts; drinke, drinke. _Suc_. Goe you in, Ile follow you. _Om[nes]_. Come, Captaine. _Suc_. Farewell, Steward. _Mus_. Dee heare, Captaine? _Suc_. With me, my fine treble knave? umh, thou dost tickle minikin as nimbly-- _Mus_. We hope your worship will consider our paines? _Suc_. How, my fine knave? letts see, who were the dauncers? _Mus_. Come forward there! nay, I told you he was ever bountifull: oh, good Captaine! _Suc_. Let me see: I, thou art hart of vallor: thou didst daunce well, thou deservest--, I say no more: and who played? _Mus_. Wee. _Suc_. You? well sayd; you plaid and you daunc'd, you say good; let me see, halfe a peece or-- _Mus_. Blesse your Captaineship. _Suc_. You plaid, you say, and you dauncd: umh, well, why then you that dauncd must pay those that plaid. _Mus_. How, sir, how? _Suc_. Ever, ever, whilst you live, _Jarvice_;[87] the dauncers alwayes payes the musike. Wilt breake custome? No, or there a pawne for you. --Mr. Steward. Farewell. [_Exit_. _Mus_. This is your bountifull Captaine! a rope of his bounsing! But stay, lets play to the steward; it may be when he wakes we may worke him to't. _Omnes_. Content, content. [_Musike softe_.