_Hub._ Sir, your boldness Happily becomes your mouth, but not our ears, While we are his servants; And as we come here, Not to ask questions, walk forth on your walls, Visit your courts of guard, view your munition, Ask of your corn-provisions, nor enquire Into the least, as spies upon your strengths, So let's entreat, we may receive from you Nothing in passage or discourse, but what We may with gladness, and our honesties here, And that shall seal our welcom. _Van._ Good: let's drink then, Fill out, I keep mine old pearl still Captain. _Marg._ I hang fast man. _Hen._ Old Jewels commend their keeper, Sir. _Van._ Here's to you with a heart, my Captains friend, With a good heart, and if this make us speak Bold words, anon, 'tis all under the Rose Forgotten: drown all memory, when we drink. _Hub._ 'Tis freely spoken noble _Burgomaster_, I'le do you right. _Hem._ Nay Sir mine heer _Van-dunck_ Is a true Statesman. _Van._ Fill my Captains cup there, O that your Master _Wolfort_ Had been an honest man. _Hub._ Sir? _Van._ Under the Rose. _Hem._ Here's to you _Marget_. _Marg._ Welcome, welcome Captain. _Van._ Well said my pearl still. _Hem._ And how does my Niece? Almost a Woman, I think? This friend of mine, I drew along w[i]th me, through so much hazard, Only to see her: she was my errand. _Van._ I, a kind Uncle you are (fill him his glass) That in seven years, could not find leisure-- _Hem._ No, It's not so much. _Van_. I'le bate you ne'r an hour on't, It was before the _Brabander_ 'gan his War, For moon-shine, i'the water there, his Daughter That never was lost: yet you could not find time To see a Kinswoman; but she is worth the seeing, Sir, Now you are come, you ask if she were a Woman? She is a Woman, Sir, fetch her forth _Marget_. [_Exit_ Marg. And a fine Woman, and has Suitors. _Hem_. How? What Suitors are they? _Van_. Bachellors; young Burgers: And one, a Gallant, the young Prince of Merchants We call him here in _Bruges_. _Hem_. How? a Merchant? I thought, _Vandunke_, you had understood me better, And my Niece too, so trusted to you by me, Than t'admit of such in name of Suitors. _Van_. Such? he is such a such, as were she mine I'd give him thirty thousand crowns with her. _Hem_. But the same things, Sir, fit not you and me. [_Ex_. _Van_. Why, give's some wine, then; this will fit us all: Here's to you still, my Captains friend: All out: And still, would _Wolfort_ were an honest man, Under the Rose, I speak it: but this Merchant Is a brave boy: he lives so, i'the Town here, We know not what to think on him: at some times We fear he will be Bankrupt; he do's stretch Tenter his credit so; embraces all, And to't, the winds have been contrary long. But then, if he should have all his returns, We think he would be a King, and are half sure on't. Your Master is a Traitor, for all this, Under the Rose: Here's to you; and usurps The Earldom from a better man. _Hub_. I marry, Sir, Where is that man?