PIS. O, 'tis well. And, Master Brown, Trust me, your early stirring makes me muse, Is it to me your business? BROWN. Even to yourself. I come, I think, to bring you welcome news. PIS. And welcome news more welcome makes the bringer. Speak, speak, good Master Brown, I long to hear them. BROWN. Then this it is. Young Harvey, late last night, Full weak and sickly came unto his lodging. From whence this sudden malady proceeds 'Tis all uncertain; the doctors and his friends Affirm his health is unrecoverable. Young Heigham and Ned Walgrave lately left him. And I came hither to inform you of it. PIS. Young Master Harvey sick? Now, afore God, The news bites near the bone; for, should he die. His living mortgaged would be redeem'd, For not these three months doth the bond bear date! Die now? Marry, God in heaven defend it! O my sweet lands, lose thee I nay, lose my life! And which is worst, I dare not ask mine own, For I take two-and-twenty in the hundred, When the law gives but ten. But should he live, He careless would have left the debt unpaid, Then had the lands been mine, Pisaro's own: Mine, mine own land, mine own possession! BROWN. Nay, hear me out. PIS. You're out too much already, Unless you give him life, and me his land. BROWN. Whether 'tis love to you, or to your daughter, I know not certain; but the gentleman Hath made a deed of gift of all his lands Unto your beauteous daughter, fair Marina. PIS. Ha! say that word again, say it again! A good thing cannot be too often spoken. Marina, say you, are you sure 'twas she? Or Mary, Margery, or some other maid? BROWN. To none but [to] your daughter, fair Marina. And for the gift might be more forcible, Your neighbour Master Moore advised us (Who is a witness of young Harvey's will), Sick as he is, to bring him to your house. I know they are not far, but do attend, That they may know what welcome they shall have. PIS. What welcome, sir? as welcome as new life Given to the poor condemned prisoner! Return, good Master Brown, assure their welcome: Say it, nay, swear it: for they're welcome truly; For welcome are they to me which bring gold. See down who knocks?[540] It may be there they are. Frisco, call down my sons: bid the girls rise! Where's Mouche? What, is he gone or no? _Enter_ LAURENTIA _in Anthony's attire_. O, hear you, sirrah: bring along with you Master Balsaro, the Spanish merchant. LAUR. Many Balsaros I. I'll to my love, And thanks to Anthony for this escape. [_Aside._ PIS. Stay, take us with you. Hark, they knock again. Come, my soul's comfort, thou good-news-bringer! I must needs hug thee, even for pure affection.