_4._ Who _Potgun_? that's a sweet youth indeed, will he stay, think ye? _3._ Yes, without question, and have halfe din'd too, e'r the Grace be done; he's good for nothing in the world but eating, lying and sleeping; what other men devour in drink, he takes in potage, they say h'as been at Sea, a Herring-fishing, for without doubt he dares not hale an Eel-boat i'th' way of War. _2._ I think so, they would beat him off with Butter. _3._ When he brings in a prize, unless it be Cockles, or _Callis_ sand to scour with, I'll renounce my Five Mark a year, and all the hidden Art I have in carving, to teach young Birds to whistle _Walsingham_; leave him to the Lime-Boats; now, what think you of the brave _Amiens_? _1._ That's a thought indeed. _2._ I marry, there's a person fit to feed upon a dish so dainty, and he'll do't I warrant him i'th' nick boys, has a body world without end. _4._ And such a one my Lady will make no little of; but is not _Montague_ married to day? _3._ Yes faith, honest _Montague_ must have his bout too. _2._ He's as good a lad as ever turn'd a trencher; must we leave him? _3._ He's too good for us, _Steven_, I'll give him health to his good luck to night i'th' old Beaker, and it shall be Sack too. _4._ I must have a Garter; and boys I have bespoke a Posset, some body shall give me thanks fort, 'tas a few toys in't will rase commotions in a bed, lad. _1._ Away; my Lady. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Orleance _and his Lady, arm in arm_, Amiens, Lamira, Charlotte, _like a Bride_, Montague _brave_, Laverdine, Longaville, Dubois, Mallycorn, La-poop. _Lam._ Seat your selves noble Lords and Gentlemen, You know your places; many royal welcomes I give your Grace; how lovely shews this change! My house is honor'd in this reconcilement. _Orl._ Thus Madam must you do, my Lady now shall see You made a Woman; And give you some short lessons for your voyage. Take her instructions Lady, she knows much. _Lam._ This becomes you, Sir. _L[a]._ My Lord must have his Will. _Orl._ 'Tis all I can do now, sweet-heart, fair Lady; This to your happy choice, brother _Amiens_, You are the man I mean it to. _Ami._ I'll pledge you. _Orl._ And with my heart. _Ami._ With all my love I take it. _Lam._ Noble Lords, I am proud ye have done this day, so much content, and me such estimation, that this hour (In this poor house) shall be a league for ever, For so I know ye mean it. _Ami._ I do Lady. _Orl._ And I my Lord. _Omnes._ Y'ave done a work of honor. _Ami._ Give me the Cup, where this health stops, let That man be either very sick, or very simple; Or I am very angry; Sir, to you; Madam, methinks this Gentleman might sit too; He would become the best on's.