1 Sail. _So, well done my Lads, now let's aboard amain,_ _And suck our Faces o're and o're again._ _Brandy we've got enough, by this blest Chance,_ _We'l nothing drink but Punch, when we get_ France. _Omn._ Hoora! Hoora! Exeunt omnes. _The End of the Third ACT._ ACT the Fourth. _A Tavern._ [2 Tables, three Chairs to each.] _Enter_ Compasse, Peg, _and_ Pettifog. _A Drawer Meets them._ _Drawer._ Welcome Gentlemen. Please to walk into a Room? _Compasse:_ Aye Boy. Come Mr. _Pettifog_, please you sit. _Pettifog:_ With all my Heart; Come Mistress. _Draw._ What Wine will you be pleased to drink, Gentlemen? _Pett._ Ask the good Woman: speak Mistress. _Com._ Canary for her; I know what relishes her Palat best. A Quart of brisk Canary, Boy. _Draw._ Ye shall have the best in _England_.--Coming, Coming, Sir. [_Exit._. _Com._ What call you this same Tavern, Mr. Attorney? _Pett._ The King's Head, Sir. _Com._ The King's Head: Marry, it has a good Neighbour of _Guild-hall_. It takes many a fair Pound upon that 'n Account, I warrant you. _Draw._ (within) A Quart of Canary in the King's-head, score. _Enter Drawer, fills a Glass, and gives it_ Compasse. _Draw._ Sir, Here's a Glass of the richest Canary that ever came over, the very Quintessence of the Grape I assure you. _Com._ Say'st thou so? Why then there's a Tester for thee, and so leave us--. Come, Mr. _Pettifog_, [_Exit Drawer_] and 't please you my Service to you. [_Drinks._ _Pett._ I thank you kindly, Sir.--Mrs. my Service to you, your Husband's good Health. [_Drinks._ _Peg._ With all my Heart indeed, Here my dear black ey'd Rogue, thy n'own good Health. [_Drinks._ _Com._ Thank you _Peg_, thank you, so now let's mind our Business. _Enter Mr._ Ventere, _his Wife, and_ Dodge, _to another Table in the same Room._ Mr. _Ven._ Show a Room, Drawer. _Draw._ Here Sir. Mr. _Ven._ Ne're a private Room? _Draw._ No Sir, the House is full. _Com._ Ods fish, whom have we here, my Wife's Merchant, with his Lawyer? _Pett._ Ye know we promised to give him a Meeting here. _Comp._ 'Tis true we did so,--but come to the Business in hand. [_Pettifog_ and _Compasse_ talk privately. Mr. _Ven._ Well, bring us a Bottle of your best Red. _Draw._ You shall have it, Sir. [_Exit_ Drawer. Mr. _Ven._ And what do you think of my Cause, Mr. _Dodge_? _Dodge._ O we shall carry it most certainly: You have Money to go through with the Business; and ne're fear but we'll trounce them swingingly. Mr. _Ven._ I warrant you think it very strange, Mr. _Dodge_, that I am at this Charge and Expence to bring a farther Charge upon me. _Dodge._ Not I, I assure you, Sir, for I know you are a wise Man, and know very well what you do; besides you have Money, Money enough, Sir.