We hope your worship will consider our paines? _Suc_. How, my fine knave? letts see, who were the dauncers? _Mus_. Come forward there! nay, I told you he was ever bountifull: oh, good Captaine! _Suc_.

Let me see: I, thou art hart of vallor: thou didst daunce well, thou deservest-, I say no more: and who played? _Mus_. Wee. _Suc_.

You? well sayd; you plaid and you daunc'd, you say good; let me see, halfe a peece or- _Mus_. Blesse your Captaineship. _Suc_.

You plaid, you say, and you dauncd: umh, well, why then you that dauncd must pay those that plaid. _Mus_. How, sir, how? _Suc_.

Ever, ever, whilst you live, _Jarvice_;[87] the dauncers alwayes payes the musike. Wilt breake custome? No, or there a pawne for you. -Mr.

Steward. Farewell. [_Exit_.