_Sayler._ Health to the noble Merchant, The _Susan_ is return'd. _Gos._ Well? _Say._ Well, and rich Sir, And now put in. _Gos._ Heaven thou hast heard my prayers. _Say._ The brave _Rebeccah_ too, bound from the Straits, With the next Tide is ready to put after. _Gos._ What news o'th' fly-boat? _Say._ If this Wind hold till midnight, She will be here, and wealthy, 'scap'd fairly. _Gos._ How, prithee, Sayler? _Say._ Thus Sir, she had fight Seven hours together, with six Turkish Gallies, And she fought bravely; but at length was boarded And overlaid with strength: when presently Comes boring up the wind Captain _Vannoke_, That valiant Gentleman, you redeem'd from prison; He knew the Boat, set in, and fought it bravely: Beat all the Gallies off, sunk three, redeem'd her, And as a service to ye sent her home Sir. _Gos._ An honest noble Captain, and a thankfull; There's for thy news: go drink the Merchants health, _Saylor_. _Say._ I thank your bounty, and I'le do it to a doyt, Sir. [_Exit_ Saylor. _1 Mer._ What miracles are pour'd upon this fellow! _Gos._ This here I hope, my friends, I shall scape prison, For all your cares to catch me. _2 Mer._ You may please Sir To think of your poor servants in displeasure, Whose all they have, goods, moneys, are at your service. _Gos._ I thank you, When I have need of you I shall forget you: You are paid I hope. _All._ We joy in your good fortunes. _Enter_ Van-dunck. _Van-d._ Come Sir, come take your ease, you must go home With me, yonder is one weeps and howls. _Gos._ Alas how does she? _Van-d._ She will be better soon I hope. _Gos._ Why soon Sir? _Van-d._ Why when you have her in your arms, this night My boy she is thy wife. _Gos._ With all my heart I take her. _Van-d._ We have prepar'd, all thy friends will be there, And all my Rooms shall smoak to see the revel; Thou hast been wrong'd, and no more shall my service Wait on the knave her Uncle, I have heard all, All his baits for my Boy, but thou shalt have her; Hast thou dispatch't thy business? _Gos._ Most. _Van-d._ By the mass Boy, Thou tumblest now in wealth, and I joy in it, Thou art the best Boy, that _Bruges_ ever nourish'd. Thou hast been sad, I'le cheer thee up with Sack, And when thou art lusty I'le fling thee to thy Mistris. She'I hug thee, sirrah. _Gos._ I long to see it, I had forgot you: there's for you my friends: You had but heavy burthens; commend my love To my best love, all the love I have To honest _Clause_, shortly I will thank him better. [_Exit._ _Hig._ By the mass a royal Merchant, Gold by the handfull, here will be sport soon, _Prig._ _Prig._ It partly seems so, and here will I be in a trice. _Hig._ And I boy, Away apace, we are look'd for. _Prig._ Oh these bak'd meats, Me thinks I smell them hither. _Hig._ Thy mouth waters. [_Exeunt._ SCENA IV. _Enter_ Hubert, _and_ Hemskirk. _Hub._ I Must not. _Hem._ Why? 'tis in thy power to do it, and in mine To reward thee to thy wishes.