_Hem_. How?
What Suitors are they?

_Van_. Bachellors; young Burgers:
And one, a Gallant, the young Prince of Merchants
We call him here in _Bruges_.

_Hem_. How? a Merchant?
I thought, _Vandunke_, you had understood me better,
And my Niece too, so trusted to you by me,
Than t'admit of such in name of Suitors.

_Van_. Such? he is such a such, as were she mine
I'd give him thirty thousand crowns with her.

_Hem_. But the same things, Sir, fit not you and me. [_Ex_.

_Van_. Why, give's some wine, then; this will fit us all:
Here's to you still, my Captains friend: All out:
And still, would _Wolfort_ were an honest man,
Under the Rose, I speak it: but this Merchant
Is a brave boy: he lives so, i'the Town here,
We know not what to think on him: at some times
We fear he will be Bankrupt; he do's stretch
Tenter his credit so; embraces all,
And to't, the winds have been contrary long.
But then, if he should have all his returns,
We think he would be a King, and are half sure on't.
Your Master is a Traitor, for all this,
Under the Rose: Here's to you; and usurps