_Hem._ Ev'n to hang us forth
Upon their walls a sunning, to make Crows meat,
If I were not assur'd o' the _Burgomaster_,
And had a pretty excuse to see a niece there,
I should scarce venture.

_Hub._ Come 'tis now too late
To look back at the ports: good luck, and enter. [_Exeunt._




SCENA II.


_Enter_ Goswin.

_Gos._ Still blow'st thou there? and from all other parts,
Do all my agents sleep, that nothing comes?
There's a conspiracy of windes, and servants,
If not of Elements, to ha' me break;
What should I think unless the Seas, and Sands
Had swallow'd up my ships? or fire had spoil'd
My ware-houses? or death devour'd my Factors?
I must ha' had some returns.

_Enter_ Merchants.

_1 Mer._ 'Save you Sir.