Bess. The years are not expired. Clem. No; but it is out of your closet. Bess. About your business. Clem. Here’s even Susannah betwixt the two wicked elders. [_Exit_. Alderman. What think you, Mistress Elzabeth? Bess. Sir, I thank you; And how much I esteem this goodness from you, The trust I shall commit unto your charge Will truly witness. Marry, gentle sir! ’Las, I have sadder business now in hand Than sprightly marriage; witness these my tears. Pray read there. Mayor. [_Reads_.] “The last will and testament of Elzabeth Bridges; to be committed to the trust of the mayor and aldermen of Foy, and their successors for ever. To set up young beginners in their trade, a thousand pound. To relieve such as have had loss by sea, five hundred pound. To every maid that’s married out of Foy, whose name’s Elzabeth, ten pound. To relieve maimed soldiers, by the year, ten pound. To Captain Goodlack, if he shall perform the business he’s employed in, five hundred pound. The legacies for Spencer thus to stand: To number all the poorest of his kin, And to bestow on them--Item, to----” Bess. Enough! You see, sir, I am now too poor To bring a dowry with me fit for your son. Mayor. You want a precedent, you so abound In charity and goodness. Bess. All my servants I leave at your discretions to dispose; Not one but I have left some legacy. What shall become of me, or what I purpose; Spare further to inquire. Mayor. We’ll take our leaves, And prove to you faithful executors In this bequest. Alderman. Let never such despair, As, dying rich, shall make the poor their heir. [_Exeunt_ Mayor _and_ Alderman. Bess. Why, what is all the wealth the world contains, Without my Spencer? _Enter_ Roughman _and_ Fawcett. Roughman. Where’s my sweet Bess? Shall I become a welcome suitor, now That I have changed my copy?[2.49] Bess. I joy to hear it. I’ll find employment for you. _Enter_ Captain Goodlack, Sailors, _and_ Clem. Goodlack. A gallant ship, and wondrous proudly trimmed; Well caulked, well tackled, every way prepared. Bess. Here, then, our mourning for a season end. Roughman. Bess, shall I strike that captain? Say the word, I’ll have him by the ears. Bess. Not for the world. Goodlack. What saith that fellow? Bess. He desires your love, Good captain: let him ha’ it. Goodlack. Then change a hand. Bess. Resolve me all. I am bound upon a voyage: Will you, in this adventure, take such part As I myself shall do? Roughman. With my fair Bess, To the world’s end. Bess. Then, captain and lieutenant both join hands; Such are your places now. Goodlack. We two are friends. Bess. I next must swear you two, with all your ging,[2.50] True to some articles you must observe, Reserving to myself a prime command, Whilst I enjoin nothing unreasonable. Goodlack. All this is granted.