_Enter_ Goswin, _and the fourth_ Merchant.
_Gos._ I take it at your own rates, your wine of _Cyprus_,
But for your _Candy_ sugars, they have met
With such foul weather, and are priz'd so high
I cannot save in them.
4 _Mer._ I am unwilling
To seek another Chapman: make me offer
Of something near price, that may assure me
You can deal for them.
_Gos._ I both can, and will,
But not with too much loss; your bill of lading
Speaks of two hundred chests, valued by you
At thirty thousand gilders, I will have them
At twenty eight; so, in the payment of
Three thousand sterling, you fall only in
Two hundred pound.
4 _Mer_. You know, they are so cheap.--
_Gos_. Why look you; I'le deal fa[ir]ly, there's in prison,
And at your suit, a Pirat, but unable
To make you satisfaction, and past hope
To live a week, if you should prosecute
What you can prove against him: set him free,
And you shall have your mony to a Stiver,
And present payment.
4 _Mer_. This is above wonder,
A Merchant of your rank, that have at Sea
So many Bottoms in the danger of
These water-Thieves, should be a means to save 'em,
It more importing you for your own safety
To be at charge to scour the Sea of them
Than stay the sword of justice, that is ready
To fall on one so conscious of his guilt
That he dares not deny it.
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