_ Why then come dolefull death, this is flat tyranny,
And by this hand--
_Hub._ What?
_Hig._ I'le goe sleep upon't.
[_Exit_ Hig.
_Prig._ Nay, and there be a wedding, and we wanting,
Farewel our happy days: we do obey Sir. [_Exeunt._
SCENA V.
_Enter two young_ Merchants.
_1 Mer._ Well met Sir, you are for this lusty wedding.
_2 Mer._ I am so, so are you I take it.
_1 Mer._ Yes,
And it much glads me, that to doe him service
Who is the honour of our trade, and lustre,
We meet thus happily.
_2 Mer._ He's a noble fellow,
And well becomes a bride of such a beauty.
_1 Mer._ She is passing fair indeed, long may their loves
Continue like their youths, in spring of sweetness,
All the young Merchants will be here
No doubt on't,
For he that comes not to attend this wedding,
The curse of a most blind one fall upon him,
A loud wife, and a lazie: here's _Vanlock_.
_Enter_ Vanlock _and_ Francis.
_Vanl._ Well overtaken Gentlemen: save ye.
_1 Mer._ The same to you sir; save ye fair Mistris _Francis_,
I would this happy night might make you blush too.
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