_Enter_ Jaculin. Now for my Love, for sure this Wench must be she, She follows me; Come hither, pretty _Minche_. _Jac._ No, no, you'll kiss. _Hub._ So I will. _Jac._ Y'ded law? How will ye kiss me, pray you? _Hub._ Thus, soft as my loves lips. _Jac._ Oh! _Hub._ What's your Father's name? _Jac._ He's gone to Heaven. _Hub._ Is it not _Gerrard_, Sweet? _Jac._ I'll stay no longer; My Mother's an old Woman, and my Brother Was drown'd at Sea, with catching Cockles. O Love! O how my heart melts in me: how thou fir'st me! _Hub._ 'Tis certain she; pray let me see your hand, Sweet? _Jac._ No, no, you'l bite it. _Hub._ Sure I should know that Gymmal! _Jac._ 'Tis certain he: I had forgot my Ring too. O _Hubert_! _Hubert_! _Hub._ Ha! methought she nam'd me-- Do you know me, Chick? _Jac._ No indeed, I never saw ye; But methinks you kiss finely. _Hub._ Kiss again then; By Heaven 'tis she. _Jac._ O what a joy he brings me! _Hub._ You are not _Minche_? _Jac._ Yes, pretty Gentleman, And I must be marry'd to morrow to a Capper. _Hub._ Must ye my Sweet, and does the Capper love ye? _Jac._ Yes, yes, he'I give me pie, and look in mine eyes thus. 'Tis he: 'tis my dear Love: O blest Fortune. _Hub._ How fain she would conceal her self, yet shew it! Will you love me, and leave that man? I'll serve. _Jac._ O I shall lose my self! _Hub._ I'll wait upon you, And make you dainty Nose-gays. _Jac._ And where will you stick 'em? _Hub._ Here in [thy] bosom, Sweet, and make a crown of Lilies For your fair head. _Jac._ And will you love me deed-law? _Hub._ With all my Heart. _Jac._ Call me to morrow then, And we'll have brave chear, and go to Church together: Give you good ev'n Sir. _Hub._ But one word fair _Minche_. _Jac._ I must be gone a milking. _Hub._ Ye shall presently. Did you never hear of a young maid called _Jaculin_? _Jac._ I am discover'd; hark in your ear, I'll tell ye: You must not know me, kiss and be constant ever. _Hub._ Heaven curse me else 'tis she, and now I am certain They are all here: now for my other project-- [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Enter_ Goswin, 4. Merchants, Higgen, _and_ Prigg. _1 Mer._ Nay, if 'twould do you courtesie. _Gos._ None at all, Sir: Take it, 'tis yours, there's your ten thousand for ye, Give in my Bills. Your sixteen. _3 Mer._ Pray be pleas'd Sir To make a further use. _Gos._ No. _3 Mer._ What I have, Sir, You may command; pray let me be your Servant. _Gos._ Put your Hats on: I care not for your courtesies, They are most untimely done, and no truth in 'em. _2 Mer._ I have a fraught of Pepper. _Gos._ Rot your Pepper, Shall I trust you again? there's your seven thousand. _4 Mer._ Or if you want fine Sugar, 'tis but sending. _Gos._ No, I can send to _Barbary_, those people That never yet knew faith, have nobler freedoms: These carry to _Vanlock_, and take my Bills in, To _Peter Zuten_ these: bring back my Jewels, Why are these pieces? _Enter_ Sayler.