_Hub._ Heaven curse me else 'tis she, and now I am certain
They are all here: now for my other project-- [_Exeunt._
SCENE III.
_Enter_ Goswin, 4. Merchants, Higgen, _and_ Prigg.
_1 Mer._ Nay, if 'twould do you courtesie.
_Gos._ None at all, Sir:
Take it, 'tis yours, there's your ten thousand for ye,
Give in my Bills. Your sixteen.
_3 Mer._ Pray be pleas'd Sir
To make a further use.
_Gos._ No.
_3 Mer._ What I have, Sir,
You may command; pray let me be your Servant.
_Gos._ Put your Hats on: I care not for your courtesies,
They are most untimely done, and no truth in 'em.
_2 Mer._ I have a fraught of Pepper.
_Gos._ Rot your Pepper,
Shall I trust you again? there's your seven thousand.
_4 Mer._ Or if you want fine Sugar, 'tis but sending.
_Gos._ No, I can send to _Barbary_, those people
That never yet knew faith, have nobler freedoms:
These carry to _Vanlock_, and take my Bills in,
To _Peter Zuten_ these: bring back my Jewels,
Why are these pieces?
_Enter_ Sayler.
_Sayler._ Health to the noble Merchant,
The _Susan_ is return'd.
_Gos.
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