_2 Mer._ You may please Sir
To think of your poor servants in displeasure,
Whose all they have, goods, moneys, are at your service.
_Gos._ I thank you,
When I have need of you I shall forget you:
You are paid I hope.
_All._ We joy in your good fortunes.
_Enter_ Van-dunck.
_Van-d._ Come Sir, come take your ease, you must go home
With me, yonder is one weeps and howls.
_Gos._ Alas how does she?
_Van-d._ She will be better soon I hope.
_Gos._ Why soon Sir?
_Van-d._ Why when you have her in your arms, this night
My boy she is thy wife.
_Gos._ With all my heart I take her.
_Van-d._ We have prepar'd, all thy friends will be there,
And all my Rooms shall smoak to see the revel;
Thou hast been wrong'd, and no more shall my service
Wait on the knave her Uncle, I have heard all,
All his baits for my Boy, but thou shalt have her;
Hast thou dispatch't thy business?
_Gos._ Most.
_Van-d._ By the mass Boy,
Thou tumblest now in wealth, and I joy in it,
Thou art the best Boy, that _Bruges_ ever nourish'd.
Thou hast been sad, I'le cheer thee up with Sack,
And when thou art lusty I'le fling thee to thy Mistris.
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