Not to ask questions, walk forth on your walls,
Visit your courts of guard, view your munition,
Ask of your corn-provisions, nor enquire
Into the least, as spies upon your strengths,
So let's entreat, we may receive from you
Nothing in passage or discourse, but what
We may with gladness, and our honesties here,
And that shall seal our welcom.

_Van._ Good: let's drink then,
Fill out, I keep mine old pearl still Captain.

_Marg._ I hang fast man.

_Hen._ Old Jewels commend their keeper, Sir.

_Van._ Here's to you with a heart, my Captains friend,
With a good heart, and if this make us speak
Bold words, anon, 'tis all under the Rose
Forgotten: drown all memory, when we drink.

_Hub._ 'Tis freely spoken noble _Burgomaster_,
I'le do you right.

_Hem._ Nay Sir mine heer _Van-dunck_
Is a true Statesman.

_Van._ Fill my Captains cup there, O that your Master _Wolfort_
Had been an honest man.