_Hub._ 'Tis freely spoken noble _Burgomaster_,
I'le do you right.
_Hem._ Nay Sir mine heer _Van-dunck_
Is a true Statesman.
_Van._ Fill my Captains cup there, O that your Master _Wolfort_
Had been an honest man.
_Hub._ Sir?
_Van._ Under the Rose.
_Hem._ Here's to you _Marget_.
_Marg._ Welcome, welcome Captain.
_Van._ Well said my pearl still.
_Hem._ And how does my Niece?
Almost a Woman, I think? This friend of mine,
I drew along w[i]th me, through so much hazard,
Only to see her: she was my errand.
_Van._ I, a kind Uncle you are (fill him his glass)
That in seven years, could not find leisure--
_Hem._ No,
It's not so much.
_Van_. I'le bate you ne'r an hour on't,
It was before the _Brabander_ 'gan his War,
For moon-shine, i'the water there, his Daughter
That never was lost: yet you could not find time
To see a Kinswoman; but she is worth the seeing, Sir,
Now you are come, you ask if she were a Woman?
She is a Woman, Sir, fetch her forth _Marget_. [_Exit_ Marg.
And a fine Woman, and has Suitors.
_Hem_. How?
What Suitors are they?
_Van_.
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