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[_Exit_ Saylor.
_1 Mer._ What miracles are pour'd upon this fellow!
_Gos._ This here I hope, my friends, I shall scape prison, For all your cares to catch me.
_2 Mer._ You may please Sir To think of your poor servants in displeasure, Whose all they have, goods, moneys, are at your service.
_Gos._ I thank you, When I have need of you I shall forget you: You are paid I hope.
_All._ We joy in your good fortunes.
_Enter_ Van-dunck.
_Van-d._ Come Sir, come take your ease, you must go home With me, yonder is one weeps and howls.
_Gos._ Alas how does she?
_Van-d._ She will be better soon I hope.
_Gos._ Why soon Sir?
_Van-d._ Why when you have her in your arms, this night My boy she is thy wife.
_Gos._ With all my heart I take her.
_Van-d._ We have prepar'd, all thy friends will be there, And all my Rooms shall smoak to see the revel; Thou hast been wrong'd, and no more shall my service Wait on the knave her Uncle, I have heard all, All his baits for my Boy, but thou shalt have her; Hast thou dispatch't thy business?
_Gos._ Most.
_Van-d._ By the ma.s.s Boy, Thou tumblest now in wealth, and I joy in it, Thou art the best Boy, that _Bruges_ ever nourish'd.
Thou hast been sad, I'le cheer thee up with Sack, And when thou art l.u.s.ty I'le fling thee to thy Mistris.
She'I hug thee, sirrah.
_Gos._ I long to see it, I had forgot you: there's for you my friends: You had but heavy burthens; commend my love To my best love, all the love I have To honest _Clause_, shortly I will thank him better. [_Exit._
_Hig._ By the ma.s.s a royal Merchant, Gold by the handfull, here will be sport soon, _Prig._
_Prig._ It partly seems so, and here will I be in a trice.
_Hig._ And I boy, Away apace, we are look'd for.
_Prig._ Oh these bak'd meats, Me thinks I smell them hither.
_Hig._ Thy mouth waters. [_Exeunt._
SCENA IV.
_Enter_ Hubert, _and_ Hemskirk.
_Hub._ I Must not.
_Hem._ Why? 'tis in thy power to do it, and in mine To reward thee to thy wishes.
_Hub._ I dare not, nor I will not.
_Hem._ Gentle Huntsman, Though thou hast kept me hard: though in thy duty, Which is requir'd to do it, th' hast used me stubbornly; I can forgive thee freely.
_Hub._ You the Earls servant?
_Hem._ I swear I am near as his own thoughts to him; Able to doe thee--
_Hub._ Come, come, leave your prating.
_Hem._ If thou dar'st but try.
_Hub._ I thank you heartily, you will be The first man that will hang me, a sweet recompence, I could do, but I do not say I will, To any honest fellow that would think on't, And be a benefactor.
_Hem._ If it be not recompenc'd, and to thy own desires, If within these ten days I do not make thee--
_Hub._ What, a false knave!
_Hem._ Prethee, prethee conceive me [rightly], any thing Of profit or of place that may advance thee.
_Hub._ Why what a Goosecap would'st thou make me, Do not I know that men in misery will promise Any thing, more than their lives can reach at?
_Hem._ Believe me Huntsman, There shall not one short syllable That comes from me, pa.s.s Without its full performance.
_Hub._ Say you so Sir?
Have ye e're a good place for my quality?
_Hem._ A thousand Chases, Forests, Parks: I'le make thee Chief ranger over all the games.
_Hub._ When?
_Hem._ Presently.
_Hub._ This may provoke me: and yet to prove a knave too.
_Hem._ 'Tis to prove honest: 'tis to do good service, Service for him thou art sworn to, for thy Prince, Then for thy self that good; what fool would live here, Poor, and in misery, subject to all dangers, Law, and lewd people can inflict, when bravely And to himself he may be law and credit?
_Hub._ Shall I believe thee?
_Hem._ As that thou holdst most holy.
_Hub._ Ye may play tricks.
