DOC. Spoil not a good text with a false comment; All these are blessings, and from heaven sent; It is your husband's good; he's now transform'd To a better shade; the prodigal's return'd. Come, come, know joy, make not abundance scant; You 'plain of that which thousand women want. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ BREWEN _and_ OLD FOSTER; GEORGE _and_ RICHARD _follow them, carrying several bags of_ _money across the stage_. BREW. So, so, Haste home, good lads, and return for the rest. Would they were cover'd, George; 'tis too public Blazon of my estate; but 'tis no matter now; I'll bring it abroad again, ere it be long. Sir, I acknowledge receipt of my full half debt, Twelve thousand five hundred pounds; it now remains You seal those writings as assurance for the rest, And I am satisfied for this time. O. FOS. Pray stay, sir, I have bethought me: let me once Throw dice at all, and either be a complete Merchant, or wrack my estate for ever: Hear me, sir; I have of wares, that are now vendible, So much as will defray your utmost penny; Will you accept of them, and save this charge Of wax and parchment? BREW. Be they vendible, sir, I am your chapman: What are they, Master Foster? O. FOS. Broadcloths, kerseys, cochineal, such as will not stay two days upon your hands. BREW. I find your purpose; you'd have your warehouses empty for the receipt of your full fraught: I'll be your furtherer; make so your rates that I may be no loser. _Enter_ GEORGE _and_ RICHARD. O. FOS. I have no other end, sir; let our factors peruse and deal for both. BREW. Mine is returned. George, here's a new business; you and Richard must deal for some commodities betwixt us; if you find 'em even gain or but little loss, take carriage presently, and carry 'em home. GEORGE. I shall. O. FOS. Richard, have you any further news yet from our shipping? RICH Not yet, sir; but by account from the last, when they put from Dover, this tide should bring them into Saint Catherine's pool; the wind has been friendly. O. FOS. Listen their arrival, and bid the gunner speak it In his loud thunder all the city over; Tingle the merchants' ears at the report Of my abundant wealth. Now go with George. RICH I shall do both, sir. [_Exeunt_ FACTORS. O. FOS. I must plainly now confess, master alderman, I shall gain much by you. The half of your ship Defrays my full cost. BREW. Beshrew me, if I grudge it, being myself A sufficient gainer by my venture, sir. _Enter_ MISTRESS FOSTER. MRS FOS. Still flows the tide of my unhappiness; The stars shoot mischief, and every hour Is critical to me.