_Hub._ Fair, if ye dare now follow, _Hemskirk_ I have let goe, and these my causes, I'le tell ye privately, and how I have wrought him, And then to prove me honest to my friends, Look upon these directions, you have seen his. _Hig._ Then will I speak a speech, and a brave speech In praise of Merchants, where's the Ape? _Prig._ ------ Take him, A gowty Bear-ward stole him the other day. _Hig._ May his Bears worry him, that Ape had paid it, What dainty tricks! ------ O that bursen Bear-ward: In his French doublet, with his blister'd bullions, In a long stock ty'd up; O how daintily Would I have made him wait, and shift a trencher, Carry a cup of wine? ten thousand stinks Wait on thy mangy hide, thou lowzy Bear-ward. _Ger._ 'Tis passing well, I both believe and joy in't, And will be ready: keep you here the mean while, And keep in, I must a while forsake ye, Upon mine anger no man stir, this two hours. _Hig._ Not to the wedding Sir? _Ger._ Not any whither. _Hig._ The wedding must be seen sir; we want meat too. We are horrible out of meat. _Prig._ Shall it be spoken, Fat Capons shak't their tails at's in defiance? And turkey tombs such honorable monuments, Shall piggs, Sir, that the Parsons self would envy, And dainty Ducks-- _Ger._ Not a word more, obey me. [_Exit_ Ger. _Hig._ Why then come dolefull death, this is flat tyranny, And by this hand-- _Hub._ What? _Hig._ I'le goe sleep upon't. [_Exit_ Hig. _Prig._ Nay, and there be a wedding, and we wanting, Farewel our happy days: we do obey Sir. [_Exeunt._ SCENA V. _Enter two young_ Merchants. _1 Mer._ Well met Sir, you are for this lusty wedding. _2 Mer._ I am so, so are you I take it. _1 Mer._ Yes, And it much glads me, that to doe him service Who is the honour of our trade, and lustre, We meet thus happily. _2 Mer._ He's a noble fellow, And well becomes a bride of such a beauty. _1 Mer._ She is passing fair indeed, long may their loves Continue like their youths, in spring of sweetness, All the young Merchants will be here No doubt on't, For he that comes not to attend this wedding, The curse of a most blind one fall upon him, A loud wife, and a lazie: here's _Vanlock_. _Enter_ Vanlock _and_ Francis. _Vanl._ Well overtaken Gentlemen: save ye. _1 Mer._ The same to you sir; save ye fair Mistris _Francis_, I would this happy night might make you blush too. _Vanl._ She dreams apace. _Fran._ That's but a drowsie fortune. _3 Mer._ Nay take us with ye too; we come to that end, I am sure ye are for the wedding. _Vanl._ Hand and heart man: And what their feet can doe, I could have tript it Before this whorson gout. _Enter_ Clause. _Clau._ Bless ye Masters. _Vanl._ _Clause_? how now _Clause_? thou art come to see thy Master, (And a good master he is to all poor people) In all his joy, 'tis honestly done of thee. _Clau._ Long may he live sir, but my business now is If you would please to doe it, and to him too. _Enter_ Goswin. _Vanl._ He's here himself.