_Hub._ Sir?

_Van._ Under the Rose.

_Hem._ Here's to you _Marget_.

_Marg._ Welcome, welcome Captain.

_Van._ Well said my pearl still.

_Hem._ And how does my Niece?
Almost a Woman, I think? This friend of mine,
I drew along w[i]th me, through so much hazard,
Only to see her: she was my errand.

_Van._ I, a kind Uncle you are (fill him his glass)
That in seven years, could not find leisure--

_Hem._ No,
It's not so much.

_Van_. I'le bate you ne'r an hour on't,
It was before the _Brabander_ 'gan his War,
For moon-shine, i'the water there, his Daughter
That never was lost: yet you could not find time
To see a Kinswoman; but she is worth the seeing, Sir,
Now you are come, you ask if she were a Woman?
She is a Woman, Sir, fetch her forth _Marget_. [_Exit_ Marg.
And a fine Woman, and has Suitors.