_Hem._ Well.
_Hub._ And bring no noise with ye.
[_Exit._
_Hem._ All shall be done to th' purpose: farewel hunts-man.
_Enter_ Gerrard, Higgen, Prig, Ginks, Snap, Ferret.
_Ger._ Now, what's the news in town?
_Ginks._ No news, but joy Sir;
Every man wooing of the noble Merchant,
Who has his hearty commendations to ye.
_Fer._ Yes this is news, this night he's to be married.
_Ginks._ By th' mass that's true, he marrys _Vandunks_ Daughter,
The dainty black-ey'd bell.
_Hig._ I would my clapper
Hung in his baldrick, a what a peal could I Ring?
_Ger._ Married?
_Ginks._ 'Tis very true Sir, O the pyes,
The piping-hot mince-pyes!
_Prig._ O the Plum-pottage!
_Hig._ For one leg of a goose now would I venture a limb boys,
I love a fat goose, as I love allegiance,
And------upon the Boors, too well they know it,
And therefore starve their poultry.
_Ger._ To be married
To _Vandunks_ Daughter?
_Hig._ O this [pretious] Merchant:
What sport he will have! but hark you brother _Prig_,
Shall we do nothing in the foresaid wedding?
There's mony to be got, and meat I take it,
What think ye of a morise?
_Prig.
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