Nant. I hope so.

[Exit.

Mir. We have won immortal fame now, if we leave ’em.

Pinac. You have, but we have lost.

Mir. Pinac, thou art cozen’d;
I know they love you; and to gain you handsomely,
Not to be thought to yield, they would give millions:
Their father’s willingness, that must needs show you.

Pinac. If I thought so—

Mir. You shall be hang’d, you recreant!
Would you turn renegado now?

Bel. No; let’s away, boys,
Out of the air and tumult of their villainies.
Though I were married to that grasshopper,
And had her fast by th’ legs, I should think she would cozen me.

Enter a young Man, disguised as a Factor.

Fac. Monsieur Mirabel, I take it?

Mir. You are i’ th’ right, sir.

Fac. I am come to seek you, sir; I have been at your father’s,
And understanding you were here—

Mir. You are welcome.
May I crave your name?

Fac. Fosse, sir, and your servant.
That you may know me better, I am factor
To your old merchant, Leverdure.

Mir. How does he?

Fac. Well, sir, I hope; he is now at Orleans,
About some business.

Mir. You are once more welcome.
Your master’s a right honest man, and one
I am much beholding to, and must very shortly
Trouble his love again.

Fac. You may be bold, sir.

Mir. Your business, if you please now?

Fac. This it is, sir.
I know you well remember, in your travel,
A Genoa merchant—

Mir. I remember many.

Fac. But this man, sir, particularly; your own benefit
Must needs imprint him in you; one Alberto,
A gentleman you saved from being murder’d
A little from Bologna:
I was then myself in Italy, and supplied you;
Though happily you have forgot me now.

Mir. No, I remember you,
And that Alberto too; a noble gentleman.
More to remember were to thank myself, sir.
What of that gentleman?

Fac. He’s dead.

Mir. I am sorry.