_Ros._ That you are poor and miserable men, My eyes inform me: that without our succors, Hope cannot flatter you to dream of safety; The present plight you are in, can resolve you That to be merciful, is to draw near The Heavenly essence: whether you will be Thankful, I do not question; nor demand What country bred you, what names, what maners; To us it is sufficient we relieve Such as have shapes of men: and I command you, As we are not ambitious to know Farther of you, that on pain of death You presume not to enquire what we are, Or whence deriv'd. _Alb._ In all things we obey you, And thankfully we ever shall confess Our selves your creatures. _Ros._ You speak as becomes you; First then, and willingly, deliver up Those weapons we could force from you. _Alb._ We lay 'em down Most gladly at your feet. _Tib._ I have had many a combat with a tall wench; But never was disarm'd before. _Ros._ And now hear comfort, Your wants shall be supply'd, and though it be A debt women may challenge to be sued to, Especially from such they may command; We give up to you that power, and therefore Freely each make his choice. _Fran._ Then here I fix. _Mor._ Nay, she is mine: I eyed her first. _Lam._ This mine. _Tib._ Stay good rascals; You are too forward, sir Gallant, You are not giving order to a Taylor For the fashion of a new suit; Nor are you in your warehouse, master Merchant, Stand back, and give your betters leave: your betters; And grumble not: if ye do, as I love meat I will so swinge the salt itch out on you. Captain, Master, and the rest of us, That are brothers, and good fellows: we have been Too late by the ears: and yet smart for our follies; To end therefore all future emulation: if you please, To trust to my election, you shall say, I am not partial to my self; I doubt not Give content to all. _All._ Agreed, agreed. _Tib._ Then but observe, how learned and discreetly, I will proceed, and as a skilful Doctor In all the quirks belonging to the game; Read over your complexions: for you Captain Being first in place, and therefore first to be serv'd, I give my judgment thus, for your aspect, Y'are much inclin'd to melancholy: and that tells me, The sullen _Saturne_ had predominance At your nativity, a malignant Planet, And if not qualified by a sweet conjunction Of a soft and ruddy wench, born under _Venus_, It may prove fatal: therefore to your armes, I give this rose-cheekt Virgin. _Cla._ To my wish; Till now I never was happy. _Amin._ Nor I accurs'd. _Tib._ Master, you are old; Yet love the game, that I perceive too, And if not well spurr'd up, you may prove rusty; Therefore to help ye here's a _Bradamanta_, Or I am cosen'd in my calculation.