The beggars bush written by Francis Beavmont and John Fletcher. Fletcher, John, 1579-1625. 1661 Approx. 177 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 20 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2005-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A27179 Wing B1583 ESTC R6179 13222048 ocm 13222048 98537 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A27179) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 98537) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 445:28) The beggars bush written by Francis Beavmont and John Fletcher. Fletcher, John, 1579-1625. Beaumont, Francis, 1584-1616. Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640. [2], 35, [1] p. Printed for Humphrey Robinson, and Anne Mosely ... , London : 1661. Beaumont's joint authorship is doubtful. Beaumont's contribution to this is doubtful. Attributed to Fletcher and Massinger. Cf. Camb. hist. Eng. lit; Fleay, Biog. chron.; encyc. brit. 11th ed. Reproduction of original in Huntington Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng 2000-00 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2001-12 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-01 TCP Staff (Michigan) Sampled and proofread 2003-05 SPi Global Rekeyed and resubmitted 2004-10 Ben Griffin Sampled and proofread 2004-10 Ben Griffin Text and markup reviewed and edited 2005-01 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE BEGGARS BUSH . Written by FRANCIS BEAVMONT , Gentlemen . And IOHN FLETCHER , Gentlemen . You may speedily expect those other Playes , which Kirkman , and his Hawkers have deceived the buyers withall , selling them at treble the value , that this and the rest will be sold for , which are the onely Originall and corrected copies , as they were first purchased by us at no mean rate , and since printed by us . LONDON , Printed for Humphrey Robinson , and Anne Mosely , at the three Pigeons , and at the Princes Arms in Saint Pauls Church-yard , 1661. DRAMMATIS PERSONAE . GOswin a young Merchant of Bruges , viz. Florez the right Earl of Flanders Woolfort , Usurper of the Earldome , Clause King of Beggars , viz. Gerrard Father to Florez , Hubert disguised ●●ke a Huntsman , A Lord of Flaunders Hemskirk , A Favourite of the Usurper . Lord Arnold Two Lords of Flaunders disguis'd like Beggars Lord Costin , Two Lords of Flaunders disguis'd like Beggars Iaqueline , Daughter to Gerrard . Bertha , Heir of Brabant . Van-dunck Burgomaster of Bruges Merchants , Saylor , &c. Higgen , Ferret , Prig , Snap , and others , Beggars . Boors , Souldiers Young Merchants , and others , Guests at Goswins Wedding . Margaret , Wife to Vandunck . Attendants , Boy with a Song . The Scene BRUGES . BEGGARS BUSH . Actus Primus , Scaena Prima . Enter a Merchant and Herman . Mer. IS he then taken ? Her. And brought back even now sir. Mer. He was not in disgrace ? Her. No man more lov'● , Nor more deserv'd it , being the only man That durst be honest in this Court. Mer. Indeed We have heard abroad sir , that the State hath suffered A grea● change since the Countess death ▪ Her. I● ha●h sir. Mer. My five years absence hath kept me a stranger So much to all ●he occurents of my Country , As you shall bind me for some short relation To make me understand the p●●sent times . Her. I must begin then with a war was made And seven years with all cruelty continued Upon our Flanders by the Duke of Br●bant The cause grew thus : During our Earls minority , Woolf●rt , ( who now usurps ) was empl●y●d thither To ●rea● about a ma●ch between our Earl And the Daughter and H●ir of Brabant ; during which treaty The Brabander pretends , this Daughter was Stoln from his Court by practice of our State , Though we are all confirm'd , 't was a sought quarrel To lay an unjust gripe upon this Earldom , It being here beli●v'd the Duke of Brabant Had no such loss . This war upon 't proclaim'd , Our Earl , being then a Child , although his Father Good Gerrard liv'd , yet in respect he was Chosen by the Countess favour for her Husband , And but a Gentlemen , and Floriz holding Hi● right unto this Country from his mother , The State thought fit in this defensive wa● , Woolfort being then the only man of mark , To make him General . Mer. Which place we have heard He did discharge with honour . Her. I , so long , And with so bl●st successes , that the Brabander W●s forc'd ( his treasures wasted , and the choice Of his best men of A●ms tyr'd or cut off ) To ●ave the fi●ld , and s●und a base retreat Back to his Country ; bu● so br●ken both I● m●n● and mea●s , er'e to make head again , 〈◊〉 ●i●herto he s●●s down by his loss , N●t da●ing , or for h●nour , or rev●nge Aga●n t' attempt his fortune . But this Victory 〈◊〉 broke our State , and made a deeper hurt In Flanders then the g●eatest overthrow Sh●●ver r●ceiv●d : For Woolfort n●w beholding H●m●el● an● actions in the flattering glass O● s●lf-deservings , and cherisn't by The stro●g assurance of his power , for then A●l Cap●ains of th● Army were his creatures , T● c●mm●n Souldier too at his devotion , Made so by full indulgence to their rapines And secret b●un●i●s ; this strength too well known , And what it could effect , soon put in practice , As fur●hered by the child-hood of the Earl And th●ir improvidence that migh● have p●i●c't The hear●●f his designs , gave him ●ccasion To sieze the whole , and in that plight you find it . Mer. Sir , I receive the knowledge of thus much As a choice favour from you . Her. O●ly I must add , Bruges holds out . Mer. Whether sir , I am going , For there last nigh● I had a ship put in , And my horse waits me . Exit . Her. I wish you a good journey . Enter Woolfor● , Hubert . Wool. What ? Hubert stealing from me ! who disarm'd him ? It was more then I commanded ; take your sword , I am best guarded with it in your hand , I have seen you use it nobly . Hub. And will turn it On mine own bosom , ere it shall be drawn Unworthily or rudely . Wool. Would you leave me Without a farewel , Hub●rt ? fly a friend Unweari●d in his study to advance you ? What have I ere possess'd which was not you●s ? Or either did not court you to command it ? Who ever yet arriv'd to any grace , Reward or trust from me , but his approaches Were by your fair reports of him preferr'd ? And what is more , I ma●● my self your servant , In making you the master of those secrets Which not the rack of conscience could draw from me , Not I , when I askt m●rcy , tru●t my prayers with ; Yet after these assurances of love , These ties and bonds of friendship , to forsake me , Forsake me as an enemy ? come you must Give me a reason . Hub. Sir , and so I will , If I may do 't in private , and you hear it . Wool. All leave the room : you have your will , s●● down And use the liberty of our first friendship . Hub. Friendship ? when you prov'd Traytor first that vanish'd ; Nor do I owe you any though● but hate ; I know my ●ight ha●h forfeited my head ; And so I may make you first understand What a strange monster you have made your sel● , I welco●e it . Wool. To me this is strange language . Hub. To you ? why what are you ? Wool Your Prince and Master , The Earl of Flaunders . Hub. By a proper title , Rais'd to it by cunning circumvention , force , Blood , and proscripti●●s . Wool. And in all this wisedom ; Had I not reason ? when by Cerrards plots I should have first been call'd to a st●ict accompt , How , and which way I had consum'd that mass Of money , as they term it , in the war , Who underhand had by his Ministers Detracted my g●eat action , made my faith And loyalty so suspected ; in which ●ailing He sought my life by practice . Hub. With what fore-head Do you speak this to me ? who ( as I know 't ) Must and will say 't is false . Wool. My guard there . Hub. Sir you bad me sit , and promis'd you would hear Which I now say you sha●l ; not a ●ound more , For I that am conte●ner of mine own , Am Master of your life ; then here 's a sword Between you and all aids , Sir ; though you blind The credulous beast , the multitude , you pass not These gross untruths ●n me . Wool. How ? gross untruths . Hub. I , and it is favourable language , They had been in a mean man lies and soul ones . Wool. You take strange license . Hub. Yes , were not those rumours Of being called unto your answers , spread By your own followers ; and weak Gerrard wrought ( But by your cunning practice ) to believe That you were dangerous ; yet not to be Punish'd by any formal course of law , But first ●o be made sure , and have your crimes Laid open after , which your queint train takeing You fled unto the Camp , and th●re crav'd humbly Protection for your innocent life , and that , Since you h●d scap'd the fury of the war , Y●u might not fall by treason ; and for proof● You did not for your own ends make this dange● , Some that had been before by you subornd , Came sorth and took their oaths they had been hir'd By Gerrard to your murther This once hea●d , And easily believ'd , th' inraged Souldier Seeing no further then the outward man , Snatch'd h●st●ly his A●ms , ran to the Court , Kill'd all that made resistance , cut in pieces Such as wer● Servants , or thought Friends to Gerrard , Vowing the like to him . Wool Will you yet end ? Hub. W●ich he foreseeing , with his Son , the Earl , Forsook the City ; and by secret ways As you give out , and we would gladly have it , Escap'd their fury ; though 't is more then fear'd They fell among the rest : Nor stand you there To let us only mourn the impious means By which you got it ; but your cruelties since So far transcend your former bloody ills , As if compar'd , they only would appear Essays of mischief ; do not stop your cars , More are behind yet . Wool. O repeat them not . 'T is hell to hear them nam'd . Hub. You should have thought That hell would be your punishment when you did them . A Prince in nothing but your Princely lusts And boundless rapines . Wool. No more , I beseech you . Hub. Who was the Lord of house or land that stood Within the p●ospect of your covetous eye ? Wool. You are in this to me a greater Tyrant Then ere I was to any . Hub. I end thus The general grief , now to my private wrong , The loss of Gerrards daughter Iaqueline , The hop'd for partner of my lawful bed , Your cruelty hath frighted from mine arms , And her I now was wandring to recover . Think you that I had reason now to leave you , When y●u are grown so justly odious , That ev'n my stay here , , with your grace and ●●vour , Makes my life irksome ? here surely take it , And do me b●t this fruit of al● your friendship , That I may dye by you , and not your hangman . Wool O Hubert , these your words and reasons have As well drawn drops of blood from my griev'd heart , As these tears from mine eyes ; Despise them not ; By all that 's sacred I am serious , Hubert , You now have made me sensible what ●uries , Whips , hangmen , and tormentors a bad man Do's ever bear about him : let the good That you this day have done , be ever numbred , The first of your best actions ; Can you think Where Florez is , or Gerrard or your love , Or any else , or all that are p●oscrib'● ? I wi●l resign what I usu●p , or have Unjustly forc'd ; the days I have to live Are too too few to make them satisfaction With any penitence ; yet I vow to practise All of a man● Hub. O that your heart and tongue Did not now differ ! Wool. By my griefs they do not ; Take the good pains to search them out ; 't is worth it ; You have made clean a Leper , trust me you have , And made me once more fit for the society , I h●pe , of good men . Hub. Sir , do not abuse My aptness to believe . Wool. Suspect not you A faith that 's built upon so true a sorrow , Make your own safeties ; ask them all the ties Humanity can give ; H●mskirick too shall Along with you to this so wish'd disc●very , And in my name profess all that you promise ; And I will give you this help ro't ; I have Of late receiv'd certain intelligence That some of them are in or about Bruges To be found out ; which I did then interpret The cause of that Towns standing out against me , But now am glad it may direct your purpose Of giving them their safety , and me peace . Hub. Be constant to your goodness , and you have it . Exit . Scaena Secunda . Enter three Merchants . 1 Mer. 'T is much that you deliver of this Goswin . 2. Mer. But short of what I could ; yet have the Countrey Confirm'd it true , and by a general oath , And not a man hazard his credit in it● H●b●ars himself with such a confidence As if he were ●●e mast●r of the Sea ; And not a wind upon the Saylors compass , But from one part or other was his Factor ? To bring him i● the b●s● commodities Merchant e're ventur'd for . 1. Mer. 'T is strange . 2. Mer. A●d yet This do's in him deserve the least of wonder , Compared with other his peculi●r fashions , Which all admire : he 's young , and rich , at least Thus far reputed so , that since he liv'd In Bruges , there was never brought to harbour So rich a Bottome but his bill would pass Unquestion'd for her lading . 3 Mer. Y●● he still Continues a good man. 2 Mer. So good , that but To doubt him would be held an injury Or rather malice , with the best that traffique ; But this is nothing , a great stock , and fortune Crowning his judgment in his u●dertakings , May keep him upright that way : But that wealth Should want the power to make him dote on it , Or youth teach him to wrong it , best commends His constant temper ; for his outward habit 'T is sutable to his present course of life : His table furnish'd well , but not with dainties . That please the appet●●e only for their rareness , Or the dear p●ice : no● given to wine or women Beyond hi● health , ●r warrant of a man , I mean a good one ; and so loves his state He will no● hazard it at play ; nor lend Upon the assurance ●f a well pen●'d Letter , Although a challenge second the denial , From such as make th' opinion of their valour Their means of ●eeding . 1 Mer. These are ways to thrive , And the means not curs'd 2 Mer. What follows this , Makes many 〈◊〉 with him , in their wishes , For his prosperity : for when desert Or reason leads him to be liberal , His noble mind and ready hand contend Which can add mo●t to his free curtesies , Or in their worth , or speed to make them so . Is there a virgin of good fame wan●s dowre ? He is a father to her ; or a Soldier That in his Countries ser●ice , from the war Hath brought him only scars and want ? his house Receives him , and relieves him with that care As if what he possess'd had been laid up For such good uses , and he steward of it . But I should l●se my s●lf to sp●ak him further And stale in my relation , the much good You may b● witn●ss of , if your remove From Bruges be not speedy . 1 Mer. This report I do assure you will not hasten it ; Nor would I wish a better man to deal with For what I am to part wi●h . 3 Mer. Never doubt it ; He is your man and ours ▪ only I wish His too much forwardness to embrace all bargains . Suck him not in the end . 2 Mer. Have better hopes ; For my part I am confident : here he comes . Enter F●orez and the fourth Merchant . Flor. I take it at your own rates , your wine of Cyprus ; But for your Candy sugars , they have met With such soul wea●her , and are priz'd so high I cannot s●ve in them . 4 Mer. I am unwilling To seek ano●her Chap-man ; make me offer Of something near my price , that may assure me Y●u can deal for them . Flor. I both can ; and will , But not with too much loss ; your bill of lading Speaks of two hundred chefts , valued by you At thirty thousand g●●ders : I will have them ▪ At twenty eight ; so , in the payment of Three thousand sterling , you fall only in Two hundred pound . 4 Mer. You know they are so cheap — Flor. Why look you , I 'le deal fair●y , there 's in pr●son And at your suit , a Pirate , but unable To make you satisfaction , and p●st hope To live a week , if you should prosecute What you can prove against him ; set him free , And you shall have your money to a stiver , And present payment . 4 Mar. This is above wonder , A Merchant of your ranke , that have at sea So many Bottoms in the danger of These water-the●ves should be a means to save them , It more importing you for your own s●fety , To be at charge to s●●ur the sea of them , Then stay the sw●rd of Justice , that is ready To fall on one so conscious of his guilt Th●t he dares not de●y it . Flo. Y●u mistake me , If you think I would ch●rish in this Captain The w●●ng he did to you or any ma● , I w●s l●tely with him , ( ●aving fi●st from others True t●stimony be●n a●ured , a man O more desert never put from the shore . ) I read his l●tters of Mart from this State granted , F●r the r●covery of such losses as He ●ad receiv'd in Spain ; 't was that he aim'd at , Not at three tuns of wine , bisket , or beef , Which his nec●ssity made him take from you . If he had pi●lag'd you near , or sunk your ship , Or thrown your men o're-boord , then he deserv'd The Laws ex●reamest rigour : But since want Of what he could not live without , compell'd him To that he did , ( which yet our State calls death ) I pity his misfortune ; and to work you To some compassion of them , I come up To your own price : save him , the goods are mine ; If not , seek else where , I 'le not deal for them . 4 Mer. Well Sir , for your love I will once be lead To change my purpose . Flo. For your prof● rather . 4 Mer. I'●e p●esently make means for his discharge , Till when I leave you . 2 Mer. What do you think of this ? 1 Mer. As of a deed of ●oble pity , guided By a strong judgement . 2 Mer. Save you Master Goswin . Flor. Good day to all . 2 Mer. We bring you the refusal Of more Commodities . Flor. Are you the owners Of the Ship that last night put into the Harbour ? 1 Mer. Both of the Ship and lading . Flor. What 's the fraught ? 1 Mer. Indico , Quitchincel , choise Chyna st●●ff● . 3 Mer And cloth of Gold brought from Cam●all . Flor. R●ch lading , For which I were your chapman , but I am Alr●ady out of cash . 1 Mer. I 'le give you day For the moiety of all . Flor. How long ? 3 Mer. S●x moneths . Flor. 'T is a fair ●ff●r , which ( if we agree About the prizes ) I with thanks accept of , And will make p●esent payment of the ●est ; Some two hou●s hence I 'le come aboord 1 Mer. The Gu●ner shall speak you welcome . Flor. I 'le not fail . 3 Mer. Good morrow . Exit . Mer. Flor. Heaven grant my Ships a safe return before The day of this great payment , as they are . Expected three moneths sooner , ●nd my credit Stands good with all the wo●ld . Enter Gerrard . Ger. Bless my good Master ; The prayers of your poor Beads-man ever shall Be sent up for you . Flor. God 'a mercy Clause , There 's something to put thee in minde hereafter To think of me . Ger. May he that gave it you Reward you for it , with encr●ase , good Master . Flo. I thrive the better for thy prayers . Ger. I hope so . This three years have I sed upon your bounties , And by the fire of your blest charity warm'd me , And yet , good Master , pard●n me , that must , Though I have now r●ceiv'd your almes ; presume To make on sute more to you . Flor. What is 't Clause ? Ger Yet do not think me impudent I beseech you , Since hitherto your charity hath prevented My begging your relief ; 't is not for money Nor cloaths ( good Maste● ) but your good word for me . Flo. That thou shalt have , Clause , for I think thee honest . Ger. To morrow then ( dear M●ster ) take the trouble Of walking early unto Beggars Bush , And as you see me among others ( B●ethren In my affliction ) when you are demanded Which you like best among us , point out me , And then pass by , as if you knew me not . Flo. But what will that advantage thee ? Ger. O much , Sir ; 'T will give me the preheminence of the rest , Make me a King among 'em , and protect me From all ab●●e such as are stronge● might Offer my ag● ; Sir , at your better leizure I will inform you further of the good It may do to me . Flo. ' Troth thou mak'st me wonder ; Have you a King and Commonwealth among you ? Ger. We have , and there are S●ates are govern'd worse . Flo. Ambition among beggars ? Ger. Many great ones Would part with half their ' states to have the place And credit to beg in the first file , Master : But shall I be so much bound to your furtherance In my petition ? F●or . That thou sh●●t not miss of , Nor any worldly care make me forget it ; I will be early there . Ger. Heav●n bless my Master . Exeunt . Actus Secund●s , Scaena Prima . Enter Higgen , Ferret , Prig , Clause , Iaculine , Snap , Gy●kes , and other Beggars . Hig. COme P●i●ces of the ragged regime●● , You o' the blood , Prig my most upright Lord , And these ( what name or title e're they bear ) Iarkman , or Patrico , Cranke , or Claperdudgeon , Frat●r or Abram man ; I speak to all That st●nd in fair E●●ction for the title Of King of Beggars , with the command adj●yning ; Higgen , your Orator in this Inter-regnum , That whilome was your Dommerer ; doth beseech you . All to stand fair , and put your selves in rank , That the f●●st comer may at his first view Make a free choice , to say up the question . Fer. Pr. 'T is done Lord Higgen . Hig. Thanks ●o Prince Prig , Prince Ferret . Fer. Well , pray my Masters all Ferret be chosen ; Y' are like to have a merciful milde Prince of me . Prig. A very tyrant , I , an arrant tyrant , If e're I come to reign ; therefore look to 't , Except you do provide me hum enough , And Lour to bouze with : I must have my Capons And Turkeyes brought me in , with my gre●n Geese , And ducklings i' th' season ; fine fat chickens ; O● if you chance where an eye of tame Phesants O● Partridges are kept , see they be mine , Or straight I seize on all your priviledge , Places , revenues , offices , as forfeit ; Call in your crutches , wooden legs , fal●e bellies , Forc'd eyes and teeth , with your dead arms , nor leave you A durty clout to beg with o' your heads , Or an old rag with Butter , Frankinsence , Brimstone and Roz●n , birdlime , blood , and cream , To make you an old sore ; not so much sope As you may f●me with i'●h ' fa●ling-sickness ; The very bag you bea● , and the brown dish Shall be escheated . Al● your dainti●st dells ▪ too I will deflowr , and take your dearest Doxy●s From your warm sides ; and then some one cold night I 'le watch you what old barn you go to roost in , And there I 'le smother you all i'●h ' musty hay . Hig. This is tyrant-like indeed : But what would Gynkes Or Clause be here , if either of them should reign ? Ger. Best ask an ass , if he were made a Cammel , What he would be● or a dog , and he were a Lion. Gynks . I care not what you are , Sirs , I shall be A beggar , still , I am sure , find my self there . Enter Florez . Snap. O here a Judge comes . Hig. Cry a Judge , a Judge . Flo. What ail you , Sirs ? what means this out-cry ? Hig. Master , A sort of poor souls met : Gods fools , good Master , Have had some little variance amongst our selves Who should be honestest of us , and which lives Uprightest in his call : Now , 'cause we thought We ne're s●ould gree on 't our selves , because Indeed 't is hard to say ; we all dissolv'd to put it To whom that should come next , and that 's you ▪ Mastership , Who , I hope , will te●mine it as your mind serv●s you , Right , and no otherwise we ask it : which , Which does your Worship think is he ? sweet M●ster , Look ●ver us all , and tell us ; we are seven of us , Like to the seven wise Masters , or the Planets , Flo. I should judge this man with the grave beard , And i● he be not — Ger. Bless you , good Master , bless you . Flo. I would he were . There 's something too , amongst you , To keep you all honest . Exit . Snap. King of heaven go with you . Omn. Now good reward him , May he never want it , to comfort still the poor in a good hour . Fer. What is 't ? see : Snap has got it . Snap. A good crown , marry . Prig. A crown of gold . Fer. For our new King : good luck . Gynks . To the common treasury with it ; if 't be gold Thither it must . Prig. Spoke like a Patriot , Ferret . — King Clause , I bid God save thee first , first , Clause , After this golden token of a crown ; Where 's Oratour Higgen , with his gratulating speech now , In all our names ? Fer. Here he is pumping for it . Gyn. H' has c●ugh'd the second time , 't is but once more , And then it comes . Fer. So , out with all : expect now — Hig. Thou that ar● chosen , venerabl● Clause , Our King and Sovereign , Monarch o' th' Maunders . Thus we throw up our N●b-c●eats first for joy , And then our filches ▪ last we clap our fambles , Three subject signs , we do it without envy : For who is he here did not wish thee chosen , Now thou art chosen ? ask 'em : all will say ●o , Nay swea●'t ; ' ●is for the King ; but let that pass . When last in conference at the bouzing ken This other day , we sate about our dead Prince Of famous memory , ( rest go with his rags : ) And that I saw thee at the tables end Rise mov'd , and gravely leaning on one Crutch , Lift the other like a Scepter at my head , I then presag'd thou shortly wouldst be King , And now thou art so : but what need presage , To us , that might have read it in thy beard , As well as he that chose thee ? by that beard Thou wert found out , and mark'd for Soveraignty . O happy beard ! but happier Prince , whose beard Was ●o remark'd as marked out our Prince , Not bating us a hair . L●ng may it grow , A●d thick , ●nd fair , that who lives under it May live as safe as unde● Beggars Bush , Of which this is the thing , ●hat bu●●●●ype . Omn. Excellen● , ●xc●ll●nt O 〈◊〉 good Higgen ; Give him leave to s●it ; the ●in , well ●p●ken Hi●gen . Hig ●is is the beard , the b●sh , or b●shyb●ar● , Under whose ●●ld and silver ●●ign 't was said So many Ages since we all should smile On impositions , taxes , grievances , Knots in a State , and whips unto a Subject , Lye lurking in this beard , but all hem'd out : If now the beard be such , what is the Prince That owes the beard ? a father ; no , a grandfather ; Nay , the great-grandfather of you his people . He will not force away your hens , your bacon , When you have vent●r'd hard for 't , nor take from you The fattest of your puddings ; under him Each man shall eat his own stoln eggs and butter , In his own shade , or sun-shine , and enjoy His own dear De●l , Doxy , or Mort , at night , In his own straw , with his own shirt , or sheer , That he hath filtch'd that day , I , and possess What he can pu●chase , back or belly cheats To his own pr●p ; he will have no purveyors For Pigs and Poultry . Ger. That we must have my learned Oratour , It is our will , and every man to keep In his own path and circuit . Hig. Do you hear ? You must hereafter maund on your own pads he saies . Ger. And what they get there is their own , besides To give good words . Hig. Do you mark ? to cut bene whids , That is the second Law. Ger. And keep afoot The humble and the common phrase of begging , Lest me● discover us . Hig. Yes , and cry some●imes , To move compassion : Sir , there is a table That doth c●mmand all these things , and enjoy●s 'em Be perfect in their crutches , their fain'd p●aisters And th●ir true pass-ports , with the ways to stammer , And to be dumb , and dea● , and blind , and lame ; Th●re all ●he halting paces are set down I' th' learned language . Ger. Thither I refer them ; Those you at leasure shall inte●pret to them ; We love no heaps of Laws where few will serve Omn. O gracious Prince , 'save , 'save the good King Clause . Hig. A Song to crown him . Fer. S●t a Centinel out first . Sn. The word ? Hig A Cove comes , and fumbumbis to it . — Strike . The Song . CAst our caps and cares away , this is beggars Holy-●ay ; At the Crowning of our King , thus we ever dance and sing : In the world look out and see , where so happy a Prince as he ? Where the Nation live so free , and so merry as do we ? Be it peace , or be it war ▪ here at liberty we are , And enjoy our ease and rest ; to the field we are not prest ; Nor are called into the Town , to be troubled with the Gown . Hang all Offices we cry , an● the Magistrate to● , by : When the sub●i●ie's increast we are not a penny ceast : Nor will any go to law with the B●g●ar for a straw . All which happiness he brags , he doth ow● unto his rags . Enter Snap , Hubert , Hemskirk . Snap. A Cove : Fumbumbis . Prig. To your postures ; arm . Hub. Yonder 's the Town ▪ I see it . Hemsk. There 's our danger Indeed afore us , if our shaddows save not . Hig. Bless your good Worships . Fer. One small piece of mon●y Prig. Amongst us all poor wretches . Ger. Blind and lame . Gynks . For his s●ke that gives all . Hig. P●●iful Worships . Snap. One little ●oyt . Enter Iaculine . Iac. King , by you leave , where are you ? Ger. To buy a little bread , Hig. To feed so many Mouths as will ever pray for you . Prig. Here be seven of us . Hig. Seven good Master , O remember seven , Seven b●●ssings . Fer. Remember , gentle Worship . Hig. 'Gainst seven deadly sins , Prig. And seven sleepers . Hig. I● they be h●●d of heart , and will give nothing . — Alas , we had not a charity this three days . Hub. There 's amongst you all ? Fer. Heaven reward you . Prig. Lord reward you . Hig. The Prince of pitty bless thee . Hub. Do I see ? or is 't my fancy that would have it so ? Ha ? 't is her face : come hither maid , Iac. What ha' you , Bells for my squirrel ? I ha' giv'n Bun meat ; You do not love me , do you ? catch me a butte●fly , And I 'le love you again ; when ? can you tell ? Peace , we go a birding : I shall have a fine thing . Hub. Her voice too saies the same ; but for my head I would not that her manners were so chang'd : Hear me thou honest fellow ; what 's this mayden That lives amongst you here ? Gyn. Ao , ao , ao , ao . Hub. How ? nothing but signes ? Gyn. Ao , ao , ao , ao . Hub. 'T is strange ; I would fain have it her , but not her thus . Hig. He is de-de-de-de-de-de-deaf , and du-du-dude-dumb Sir. Hub. 'Slid they did all speak plain even now methought ; Dost thou know this same maid ? Sn. Why-why-why-why-which , gu-gu-gu-gu Gods fool , She was bo-bo-bo-bo-b●rn at the barn yonder , By be-be-b●-be-B●ggars Bush●bo bo-Bush ; Her name is My-my-my-my-my-match , so was her mo-mo-mo-mothers too-too . Hub. I understand no word she says ; how long Has she been here ? Sn. L●-lo-long enough to be ni-ni nigled , and she ha' go-go-go-good luck . Hub. I must be better inform'd then by this way . Here was another face too that I mark'd , O the old mans : but they are vanish'd all Most suddenly ; I will come here again : O ▪ that I were so happy as to find it , What I yet hope it is put on . H●m . What mean you , Sir , To stay there with that stammerer ? Hub. Farewel friend ; — It will be worth return to search : Come , Protect us our disguise now ; pre'thee Hemskirk If we b● taken , ●ow dost thou imagine This Town will use us , that hath ●tood so long Out against Woolfort ? Hem. Ev'n to hang us forth Upon their walls a sunning , to make Crows meat ; If I were no● assur'd o' the Burgoma●ter , And had a pretty scuce to ●ee a niece there , I should scarce venture . Hub. Come , 't is now too late To look back at the p●rts : good luck , and enter . Exeunt . Scaena Secunda . Enter Florez . Flo. Still blowst thou there ? and ●rom all other parts , Do all my Agents sleep , that nothing comes ? There 's a conspiracy of winds and servants , If not of Elements , to ha' me break . What should I think , unless the Seas and sands Had swallow'd up my ships ? or fire had spoil'd My ware-houses ? or death devour'd my Factors ? I must ha' had some ●eturns . Enter Merchants . 1 Mer. 'Save you Sir. Flo. 'Save you . 1 Mer. No news yet o' your Ships ? Flo. Not any yet Sir. 1 Mer. 'T is strange . Fl. 'T is true Sir ▪ what a voice was here now ? This was one passing be●l ; a thou●and ravens Sung in that man now , to presage my ruine . 2 Mer. Goswin , good day , these w●●ds are ve●y constant . Flo They are so Sir. to hurt — 2 Mer. Ha' you had no Letters Lately from England , nor from Denmark ? Flo. Neither . 2 Mer. This wind b●ings them ; nor no news over land , Through Spain , from the Straights ? Flo. Not any . 2 Mer. I am sorry , Sir. Flo. They ●alk me down ; and as 't is said of Vultures , They scent a field sought , and do smell the carkasses B● many hundred miles : So do these my wracks At greater distances : why , thy will heaven Come on and be : yet if thou please , preserve me But in mine own adventure here at home , Of my chast love ▪ to keep me worthy of her , It shall be put in scale against all i●l fortunes : I am not broken yet , nor should I f●ll , Me thinks , with less then that that ruines all . Exit . Scaena Tertia . Enter Van-dunck , Hubert , Hemskirck , and Margaret , Boors . Van. Captain , you are welcome ; so is this your f●iend Most saf●ly welcome ; though our Town stand out Against your Master , you shall find good quarter ; The truth is , we not love him . Meg. some wine ; Let 's ta●k a little treason , if we can Talk treason 'gainst the Traytors ; by your leave Gentlemen , We here in Bruges think he does usurp , And therefore I am bold with him . Hub. Sir , your boldness Haply become , your mouth , but not our ears , While we are his servants ; And as we come here Not to ask questions , walk forth on your wa●ls , Visi ▪ your Courts of Guard , view your munition , Ask of your corn-provisions , nor i●quire Into the least , as spies upon your strengths ; So let 's entr●●t we may receive from you Nothing in passage or discourse , but what We may with gladness a●d our honesties hear , And that sh●ll ●ealou● welcome . Van. G●od ; let 's drink then ; Mage , fill out ; I keep mine own pearl still Captain , Mar. I hang fast man. Hem. Old Jewels commend their keeper , Sir Van. Here 's to you with a heart , my Captains friend , With a good heart ; and if this make us speak Bold words anon , 't is all under the R●se Forgotten : drown all memory when we drink . Hub. 'T is freely sp●ken , noble Burgomaster , I 'le do you ●ight . Hem. Nay , Sir , mine heir Vandun●k Is a t●ue S●ates man. Van. Fill my Captains cup there ; O that your M●ster Woolfort Had been an honest man ! Hub. Sir ? Van. Under the Rose . H●m . Her●'s to you Marget . Mar. 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 alon● with me through so much hazard , Only to see her ; she was my err●nd . Van. I , a kind Uncle you are , ( fill him his glass ) That in seven years could not find leasure . — Hem. No , It 's not so much . Van. I 'le bate you nev'r an hour on 't : It was b●fore the Brabander 'gan his war , For moon-shine , i' th' water there , his daughter That never was lost ; yet you could not fi●de time To see a Kinswoman : but she is worth the seeing , Sir ▪ Now you are 〈◊〉 , 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 . Hem. How ▪ What suitors are they ? Van. Batchelors ; young Burgers : And one a gallant , the young Prince of Merchants We call him here in Bruges . Hem. How ? ● Merchant ? I thought Van-dunck , you had understood me better , And my Niece too , so trusted to you by me , T●an to admit of such in name of suitors . Van. Such ? he is such a such , as were she mine , I 'de give him thirty thousand Crowns with her . Hem. But the same things , Sir , fit not you and me . Exit . Va● . Why , give 's some wine then ; this will fit us all : Here 's to you still , my Captains friend ; all out : And sti●l , would Woolfort were an honest man , Under the Rose I speak it : But this M●rchant I , a brave boy ; he lives so i' the Town here , We know not what to think on him ; At some times We fea● he wi●l b● bankrup● , he does st●etch T●nter his credit so ; embraces all , And to 't , the winds have be●n contrary long : But then if he should ●ave a●l his returns , We t●ink he would be a King , and a● half sure 〈◊〉 . Y●ur 〈◊〉 a Tr●ytor , for all this Under the Ro●e ; 〈◊〉 to you ; and usurps The Ea●ldom from a b●tter man. Hub. I marry Sir , Where is that ●●an ? Van. Nay soft ▪ and I could te●l you , 'T is ten to one I would not : here 's my hand ; I love not Woolfort ; sit you still with that : Here comes my Cap●ain again , and his fine N●●ce ; And th●re's my Merchant , view him w●ll ; fil● wine here . Ent●r Hemskirk Bertha , and Florez . Hem. You must not only know me for your Unc●e , N●w , but obey me ▪ you go cast your self Away upon a dunghil here ? a Merchant ? A petty fellow ? one that makes his trade With Oaths and perjuries ? Flo What is that you say , Sir ? If it be me you speak of , as your eye Seems to direct , I wish you would speak to me , Sir. Hem. Sir , I do say she is no merchandize ; Will that suffice you ? Flo. Me●chandise ; good Sir ! Though ye be Kinsman to her , take no leave thence To use me with contempt : I ever thought Your Niece above all price . Hem And do so still ▪ Sir ; I assure you her ra●e's at more then you are worth . Flo. Y●u do not know what a Gentleman 's worth , Sir , Nor can you value him . Hub. Well said Merchant . Van. N●y , L●t him al●ne , and ply your ●●tter . Hem. A Gentleman ? What● o' the wooll-pack ? or the sugar-chest ? Or lists of Velvet ? which is 't ? pound or yard , You vent your C●ntry by ? Hub. O Hem●kirk , fie . Van. Com● do not mind 'em ; drink , he is 〈◊〉 Woolfort , Cap●ain , I advise you . Hem. Al●s , my pretty man , I thi●k'● be ang●y , by its look : Come hither , Turn this wa● a little : If it were the blood O Char●cmain , ●s't m●y ( for oug●t I know ) B● some go●d Botchers issue he ●in Bruges . Flo. H●w ? Hem. N●● , I'●e not certain of that ; of this I am , If it ●nce buy and sell , its gentry is gon● . Flo. H● , ●a ! Hem. Y●u are angry though ye laugh . Flo. N● , now 't is pitty O● you● poor argu●ent Do not you the Lords O● land ( if you be any ) sell the grass , The corn , the straw , the milk , the cheese ? Van. And butter ; Remember butter ; do not leave ou● butter . Flo. The B●●fs and Muttons that your grou●ds are stor'd wi●h ? Swin● , with the very mast , b●side the woods ? Hem. No , for these sordid uses we have Tenan●s , Or else ou● B●yliffs . Flo. Have not we , Sir , chap-men , And Factors then , to answer these ? your errour Fetch ▪ c from the Heraulds A B C and said over With your Court-faces , once an hour , shall never Make me mistake my self . Do not your Lawyers Se●l all their practice , as your Priests their Prayers ? What is not bought and sold ? The company That you had last , what had you for 't , y'faith ? Hem. You now grow sawcy . Flo. Sure I have been bred Still with my honest liberty , and must use it . Hem. Upon your equals then , Flo. Sir , he that will. Provoke me first , makes himself my equal . Hem. Do you hear ? no more . Flo. Yes Sir , this little , I pray you , And 't shall be aside , then after as you please . You appear the Uncle , Sir , ●o her I love More then mine eyes ; and I have heard your scorns , With so much scoffing , and so much shame , As each st●ive which is greater : but be●ieve me , I suck'd not in this patience with my milk . Do not presume , because you see me young , Or cast des●ights on my profession , For the civility and tameness of it . A good man bears a contumely worse Than he would do an injury . Proceed not To my ●ff●nce : wrong is not still succesful , Indeed it is not : I would approach your Kinswoman With all respect done to your self and her . Hem. A ●ay companion ; handling her ? take that . Flo. Nay I do love no blows , Sir , there 's exchange . Hub. Hold , Sir. Mar. O murther . Ber. He●p , my Goswin . Mar. Man. Van. Let 'em alone ; my life for one ▪ Flo. Nay come 〈◊〉 you have will. Hub None to offend you ; I Sir ? Flo. He that had thank himself : not hand her ? yes Sir. And clasp her , and embrace her ; and ( would she Now go with me ) bear her through all her race , Her Father , Brethren , and her Uncles , arm'd , And all their Nephewes , though they stood a wood Of Pikes , and wall of Cannon : Kiss me Gertrude ; Quake no● , but kiss me . Van. Kiss him , girl , I bid you : My Merchant royal , fear no Uncles : hang 'em , Hang up all Uncles : Are we not in Bruges ? Under the Rose here ? Flo. In this cirle , Love , Thou art as safe as in a Tower of brass ; Let such as do wrong , fear . Van. I , that 's good , Let Woolfort ●ook to that . Flo. Sir , here she sta●ds , Your Niece , and my Beloved . One of these titles She must apply to ; if unto the last , Not all the anger can be sent unto her In frown , or voyce , or other art , shall force her , Had Hercules a hand in 't : Come , my Joy , Say thou art mine aloud , Love , and profess it . Van. Do ; and I drink to it . F●● . Prethe● say so , Love. Ber. 'T would take away the honour from my blushes : Do not play the Tyrant , sweet ; they speak it . Hem. I thank you Niece . Flo. Sir , thank 〈◊〉 for your life , And fetch your sword within . Hem. You insult too much With your good fortune , Sir. E●it Florez . Hub. A brave clear spirit : Hemskirk you were to blame ; a civil habit Oft covers a good man ; and you may meet In person of a Merchant , with a soul As resolute , and free , and always worthy , As else in any file of mankind : pray you , What meant you so to flight him ? Hem. 'T is done now , Ask no more of it , I must suffer . Exit Hemskirk . Hub. This Is still the punishment of rashness , sorrow ; Well , I must to the woods , for nothing here Will be got out ; there I may chance to learn Somewhat to help my enquiries further . Van. Ha ? A looking-glass . Hub. How now , brave Burgomaster ? Van. I love no Woolforts , and my name 's Van-dunck . Hub. Van-drunk it 's rather : Come , go sleep within . Van. Earl Florez is right heir , and this same Woolfort , Under the Rose I speak it , — Hub. Very hardly . Van. Usurps : and a rank Traytor as ever breath'd ; And all that do uphold him . Let me go , No man shall hold me , that upholds him ; Do you uphold him ? Hub. No. Van. Then hold me up . Exeunt . Enter Florez and Hemskirk . Hem. Sir , I presume you have a sword of your own , That can so handle anothers . Flo. Faith you may , Sir. Hem. And ye have made me have so much better thoughts of you , As I am bound to call you forth . Flo. For what , Sir ? Hem. To the repairing of mine honour and hurt here , Flo. Express your way . Hem. By fight , and speedily . Flo. You have your will : Require you any more ? Hem. That you be secret , and come single , Flo I will. Hem. As you are the Gentleman you would be thought ? Flo. Without the Conjuration , and I 'le bring Only my sword , which I will fit to yours , I 'le take his length within . Hem. Your place now , Sir ? Flo. By the sand-hills . Hem. Sir , nearer to the woods , If you thought so , were fitter . Flo. There then . Hem. Good. Your time ? Flo. 'Twixt seven and eight . Hem. You 'l give me , Sir , Cause to report you worthy of my Niece , If you come like your promise . Flo. If I do not , Let no man think to call me unworthy first , I 'le do'● my self , and justly wish to want her . Exeunt . Actus Tertius , Scaena Prima . Enter three or four Boors . 1 B. COme , English Beer hostess , English Beer by th' belly . 2 B. Start Beer boy , stout and strong B●er ▪ so , sit down lads , And drink me upsey - Du●ch ; Frolick , and fear not . Enter Hig. like a Sow-gelder , singing . Hig. Have ye any work for the Sow-gelder , boa ? My horn goes too high , too low , too high , too low . Have ye any Pigs , Calves , or Colts , Have ye any lambs in your holts , To cut for the stone ? Here comes a cunning one . Have ye any branches to spade ; Or e're a fair maid That would he a Nun , Come kiss me , 't is done . Hark how my merry horn doth blow , Too high , too low , too high , too low . 1 B. O excellent ! two pence a piece boys , two pence a piece . Give the boys some drink there . Piper wet your whistle . Can'st tell me a way now , how to cut off my wives Concvpiscence ? Hig. I 'le sing ye a Song for 't . The SONG . TAke her , and hug her , And turn her and tug her ; And turn her again boy , again , Then if she mumble , Or if h●r taile tumble , Kisse her a●ain boy ▪ amain . Do thy endeavour , To take off her feaver , Then her disease no longor will raign . If nothing will serve her , Then thus to preserve her , Swinge her amain ●oy , amain . Give her cold jelly To make up her belly , And once a day swinge her again . If she stand all these pains Then knock out her brains , Her disease no longer will reign . 1. Bo. Mo●e excellent , more excellent , sweet Sow-gelder , . 2. Po. Three-pence a piece , three pence a piece . Hig. Will you hear a Song how the Divell was gelded ? 3. Bo. I , I , let 's hear the Divell roar , Sow-gelder . 1. Bo. Groats a piece , groats a piece , groats a piece . Enter Prig. and Ferret . Prig. Will ye see any feats of act●vity , Some ●eight of hand , leigerdemain ? hey pass , Presto , be gone there ? 2. Bo. Sit down Jugler . Prig. S●rra● , play you your art w●ll●s draw near piper : Look you my honest friends , you s●e my hand ; Plain dealing is no Divell : lend me some money ; Twelve-pence a piece will serve . 1. 2. B. Ther● , there , Prig. I thank you , Thank ye heartily : when shall I pay ye ? All B. Ha , ha , ha , by ' th mas●e this was a fine trick . Prig A merry sl●ight toy●t but now I 'le shew your worships A trick indeed , Hig M●●k him well now my Masters . Prig. Here are three balls , These balls shall be three bullets , One , two , and three t ascentibus , malentibus , Presto , be gone : they are van●sh'd ; fair play Gentlemen , Now these three , like three bullets , from your three noses Will I pluck pr●sently : feare not , no harme boyes , Titere , tu patule . 1. B. Oh , oh , oh . Pri● . Recubans sub fermine fagi. 2. B Ye pull too hard ; ye pull too hard . Prig Stand fair then : Silvestram trim tram . 3 B. Hold , hold , hold . Prig. Come al●st bullets three ▪ with a whim-wham : Have ye their moneys ? Hig. Yes , yes . 1. B. Oh rare Jugler . 2. C. Oh admirable Jugler , Prig. O●e trick more yet ; Hey , come aloft : sa , sa , flim , flum , taradumbis ? East , west , north , south , now flye like Ia●k with a oumbis . Now all your money 's gone : pray search your pockets . 1. B. Humb. 2. B. He , 3. B. The Devill a penny'● here , Prig. T●is was a rare trick . 1. B. But 't would be a farre rarer t● restore it . Prig. I 'le do ye that too : look upon me ●arnestly , And move not any wayes your eyes from this place , This button here : pow , whir , whiss , shake your pockets . 1. B. B●'th m●sse ' ●is here again boye . Prig. R●st ye ●●rry ; My fi●st tr●ck has paid me . All B. I , take i● , take it , And take some drink , too . Prig. Not a drop now I thank you ; Away , we are discove●'d else . Exit . Enter Gerrard like a blind Aqua-vitae man , and a boy singing the SONG . BRing out your Cony-skins , fair maids to me , And hold 'em fair , that I may see ; Grey ▪ black , and blew : for your smaller skins , I 'le give ye loo●ing-glasses , pins . And for your whole Coney , here 's ready ready money . Come gent●e Jone , do thou begin , With thy black , black , black Cony skin . And Mary then , and Jane will follow , With their silver-hair'd skins , and their yellow The white Cony-skin , I will not lay by , For though it be faint , 't is faire to the eye , The grey it is warm but yet for my money , Give me the bonny , bonny black Coney . Come away fair maids , put your ware away . Cony-skins , Cony-skins , have ye any Cony-skins , I have fine brace-lets , and sine silver pins . Ger. Buy any brand-wine , buy any brand-wine ? Boy Have ye any Cony-skins . 2. B. My fine Canary-bird , there 's a Cake for thy worship , 1. B. C●me , fill , fill , fill suddenly : le●'s see Sir , What 's ●his ? Ger. A penny Sir. 1. B. Fill till 't be six-pence , And there 's my pig . Boy . This is a counter Sir. 1. B. A counter ? stay ye , what are these then ? O execrable Jugle● ! O damn'd Jugler ! Look in your hose , hoa : this comes of looking forward . 3. B. Divell a Dunkirk ! what a rogue 's this Jugler , This hey pass , repass , h 'as repast us sweetly . 2. B. Do ye call these tricks : Enter Higgen . Hig. Have ye any ends of gold or silver . 2. B. This fellow comes to mock us ; gold or silver ? cry copper . 1. B. Yes my good friend . We have e'ne an end of all we have . Hig. 'Ts well Sir , You have the less to care for : gold and silver , Exit . Enter Prig. Pr● Have ye any old cloakes to sell , have ye any old cloaks to sell. Exit . 1. B. Cloakes ? look about ye boyes : mine 's gone . 3. B A — juggle ' em ? — o' their Presto●s : mine 's gone too . 3. B. Here 's mine yet . 1. B. Come , come , let 's drink then : more brand-wine . Boy Here Sir. 1. B If e're I catch your Sow-gelder , by this hand I 'le strip him ; Were ever fools so ferkt ? we have two clokes yet , And all our caps ; the Divell take the flincher . All B. Yaw , yaw , yaw , yaw . Enter Hemskirk . Hem. Good do'n my honest fellows , You are merry here I see . 3. B. ' Ti● all we have l●ft Sir. Hem. What hast thou ! Aqua-vitae ? Boy , Yes . Hem. Fill out then ; And give these honest fellows round . All b. We thank ye . Hem. May I speak a word in private to ye ? All b. Yes Sir. Hem. I have a business for you , honest friends , If you dare l●nd your help , shall get you crowns . Ger. H● ? Lead me a little nearer , boy . 1. B. What is 't Sir ? If it be any thing to pu●chase money , Which is our want , command us . Boors . All , all , all Sir. Hem. You know ●●e young sp●uce Merchant in Bruges . 2. B Who , Master Goswin ? Hem. That : he owes me money , And here in town there is no stirring of him . Ger. Say ye so ? Hem. This day upon a sure appointment , He meets me mile hence , by the Chase side , Under the row of Okes , do you know it ? All b. Yes Sir. Hem. Give 'em more drink : there if you dare but venture When I shall give the word to seize upon him , Here 's twenty pound . 3. Bo. Beware the Jugler . Hem. If he resist , down with him ; have no mercy . 1. Bo. I warrant you : wee 'l hamper him . Hem. To discharge you , I have a warrrant here about me . 3. Bo. Here 's our warrant , This carries fire i' the taile . Hem. Away with me then , The time drawes on , I must remove so insolent a Suitor , And if he be so rich , make him pay ransome Ere he see Bruges towres again : thus wise men Repaire the hurts they take by a disgrace , And piece the Lyons skin with the Foxes case . Ger. I am glad I have heard this sport yet , Hem. There 's for thy drink , come pay the house within boyes , And loose no time . Ger. Away with all our haste too . Exeunt . Scaena Secunda . Enter Florez . Flo. NO wind blow faire yet ? no return of moneys ? Letters ? nor any thing , to hold my hopes up ? Why then 't is destin'd , that I fall , fall miserably , My credit I was built on , sinking with me . Thou boysterous North-wind , blowing my mis●ortunes , And ●rosting all my hopes to cakes of coldness , Yet stay thy fury : give the gentle South Yet leave to court those ●ai●es that bring me safety , And you auspicious fires , bright twins in heaven Daunce on the shrowds : he blowes still stubbornly , And on his boysterous rack rides my sad ruine ; There is no help , there can be now no comfort , To morrow with the Sun-set , sets my credit . Oh misery ! thou curse of man , thou plague , In the midst of all our st●ength thou strik'st us ▪ My vertuous love is toss'd too , all what I have been , No more hereafter to be seen then shadow ; To prison now● well , yet there 's this hope left me , I may sink fairly under this dayes venture , And so to morrow's cross'● , and all those curses : Yet manly I 'le invite my fate , base fortune Shall never say , she has cut my throat in fear . This is the p●ace his challenge call'd me to , And was a happy one at this time for me , For let me fall before my foe i' the field , And not at barr , before my creditors ; Aa's kept his word : now Sir , your swords tongue only Loud as you dare , all other language , — Enter Hemskirk . Hem. Well Sir , You shall not be long troubled : draw . Flo. 'T is done Sir , And now have at ye , Hem. Now Enter Boores. Flo. Betraid to Vi●lains ? Slaves , ye shall buy me bravely , And thou base coward . Enter Gerrard and beggars . Ger. Now upon 'em bravely , Conjure 'em soundly boyes . Boores. Hold , hold . Ger. Lay on still , Down with that Gentleman rogue , swinge him to sirrup : Retire Sir , and take breath : follow & take him , Take all , 't is lawfull prize . Boores. We yield . Ger. Down with 'em Into the wood , and rifle 'em , tew 'em , swinge 'em , Knock me their brains into their breeches . Exeunt . Boores. Hold , hold . Flo. What th●se men are I know not , nor for what cause They should thus thrust themselves into my danger , Can I imagin . But s●re heavens hand was in 't ; Nor why this coward knave should deale so basely To eat me up with slaves : but heaven I thank thee , I hope thou hast reserv'd me to an end Fit for thy creature , and worthy of thy honour : Would all my other dangers here had suffered , With what a joyfull heart should I go home then ? Where now heaven knowes , like him that waits his sentence , Or hears his passing-bell ; but there 's my hope still . Enter Gerrard . Ger. Blessing upon you Master . Flo. Thank ye ; leave me , For by my troth I have nothing now to give thee . Ge. Indeed , I do not ask , si● , only it grieves me To see you look so sad ; now goodness keep ye From troubles in your mind . Flo. If I were troubled , What could thy comfort do ? prethee Clause , leave me . Ger Good master be not angry ; for what I say Is out of true love to ye . Flo. I know thou lov'st me . Ger. Good Mr. blame that love then , if I prove so sawcy . To ask ye why ye are sad . Flo. Most true I am so , And such a sadnesse I have got will sink me . Ger. Heaven shield it , sir , Flo. Faith , thou must lose thy master . Ger. I had rather lose my neck sir : would I knew — Flo. What would the knowledge do thee good , so miserable Thou canst not help thy self ? when all my ways Nor all the friends I have — Ger. You do not know , sir , What I can d●● cures sometimes , for mens cares Flow , where they least expect ' em . Flo. I know thou wouldst do , But farewell Clause & pray for thy poor ●n a●ter . Ger. I will not leave ye . Flo. How ? Ger. I dare not leave ye , And till ye beat me dead , I must not leave ye . By what ye hold most precious , by heavens goodness , As your fair youth may prosper , good Sir tell me : My mind believes yet something 's in my power May ease you of this trouble . Flo. I will tell thee , For a hundred thousand crowns upon my credit , T●ken up of Merchants to supply my traffiques , The winds and weather envying of my fortune , And no return to help me off , yet sh●wing , To morrow , Clause , to morrow , which must come In spron , thou shalt find me poor , and broken ▪ Ger. I cannot b●ame your grief sir. Flo. Now what sayst thou ? Ge. I say you should not shrink ; for he that gave ye , Can give you more ; his power can bring ye off , sir ; When friends & all forsake you , yet he sees you . Flo. That 's all my hope . Ger Hope still sir ; are you ty'd Within the compasse of a day , good master , To pay this mass of money ? Flo. Ev'n to morrow ; But why do I stand mocking of my misery ? Is 't not enough the floods , & friends forget me ? Ger. Will no lesse serve ? Flo. What if it would ? Ger. Your patience , I do not ask to mock ye : 't is a great sum , A sum for mighty men to start and stick at ; But not for honest : have ye no friends left ye ; None that have felt your bounty , worth this duty ? Flo. Duty ? thou knowst it not . Ger. It is a duty , And as a duty from those men that have felt ye , Should be return'd again : I have gain'd by ye , A daily almes these seven yeares you have showr'd me , Will half supply your want ? Flo. Why dost thou fool me ? Canst thou work miracles ? Ger. To save my master , I can work this . Flo. Thou wilt make me angry with thee . Ger. For doing good ? Flo. What power hast thou ? Ger. Enquire not : So I can do it to preserve my master ; Nay if it be three parts . Flo. O ●hat I had it ! But good Clause talk no more , I feel thy charity , As thou hast felt mine : but alas ! Ger. Distrust not . 'T is that that quenches ye : pull up your spirit , Your good , your honest , and your noble spirit ; For if the fortunes of ten thousand people Can save ye , rest assur'd ; you have forgot , Sir , The good ye did , which was the power you gave me ; Ye shall now know the King of Beggars treasure : And let the winds blow as they please , the seas roar , Yet , here to morrow , you shall find your harbour , Here faile me not , for if I live I 'e fit ye . Flo. How fain would I believe thee ! Ger. If I lie master , Believe no man hereafter . Flo. I will try thee , But he knowes , that knowes all . Ger. Know me to morrow , And if I know not how to cure ye , kill me ; So pass in peace , my best , my worthiest master . Exeunt . Scaena Tertia . Enter Hubert like a Huntsman . Hub. Thus have I stolne away disguis'd from Hemskirk , To try these people , for my heart yet tells me Some of these Beggars are the men I look for ; Appearing like my self , they have no reason ( Though my intent is fair , my main end honest ) But to avoid me narrowly ; that face too , That womans face , how near it is ! O may it But prove the same , and fortune how I 'le bless thee ! Thus , sure they cannot know me , or suspect me , If to my habit I but change my nature , As I must do : this is the wood they live in , A place fit for concealment , where , till fortune Crown me with that I seek , I 'le live amongst ' em . Exit . Enter Higgen , Prig , Ferret , Gynks , and the rest of the Boores. Hig. Come bring 'em out ▪ for here we sit in justice : Give to each one a cudgel , a good cudgel : And now attend your sentence , tha ? you are rogues , And mischievous base rascals ( there 's the point now ) I take it , is confess'd . Prig. Deny it if you dare , Knaves . Boores. We are Rogues Sir , Hig. To amplify the matter , then rogues as ye are , And lamb'd ye shall be t're we leave ye . Boores. Yes Sir. Hig. And to the open handling of our justice , Why did ye this upon the proper person Of our good Master ? were you drunk when you did it ! Boores. Yes indeed were we . Prig. You shall be beaten sober , Hig. Was it for want you undertook it ? Boores. Yes Sir. Hig. You shall be swing'd abundantly . Prig. And yet for all that You shall be poor rogues still . Hig. Has not the Gentleman Pray mark this point brother Prig , that noble Gentleman , Reliev'd ye often , found ye means to live by , By employing some at sea , some here , some there , According to your callings ? Boores. 'T is most true Sir. Hig Is not the man an honest man ? Boores. Yes truly . Hig. A liberall Gentleman ? and as ye are true rascals , Tell me but this , have ye not been drunk , and often , At his charge ? Boores. Often , often . Hig. There 's the point then , They have cast themselves , brother Prig. Prig. A shrewd point brother . Hig. Brother , proceed you now , the cause is open , I am somewhat weary . Prig. Can you do these things ? You most abominable stinking Rascals , You turnip-eating Rogues ● . Boores. We are truly sorry . Prig. Knock at your hard hearts Rogues , and presently Give us a sign you feel compunction , Every man up with 's cudgell , and on his neighbour Bestow such almes , till we shall say sufficient , For there your sentence lyes , without partiality , Either of head , or hide , Rogues , without sp●ring , Or we shall take the pains to beat you dead else : You shall know your doom . Hig. One , two , three , about it . Prig. That fellow in the blew has true compunction , He beats his fellows bravely , oh , well struck boyes . Enter Gerrard . Prig. Up with that blew breech , now playes he the Divell , So get ye home , drink small beer , and be honest . Call in the Gentleman . Ger. Do , bring him presently , His cause I 'le hear my self . Enter Hemskirk . Hig. Prig. With all due reverence , We do resign , Sir. Ger. Now huffing Sir , what 's your name ? Hem. What 's that to you , Sir ? Ger. It shall be ere we part . Hem. My name is Hemskirk , I follow the Earl , which you shall feel . Ger. No threatning , For we shall cool you sir ; why didst thou basely Attempt the murther of the Merchant Goswin ? Hem. What power hast thou to ask me ? Ger. I will know it , O flea thee till thy pain discover i● . Hem. He did me wrong base wrong . Ger. That cannot save y● , Who sent ye hi her ? and what further villanies Have ye in hand ? Hem. Why wouldst thou know ? what prefi● , If I had any private way ▪ could rise Out of my knowledge , to do thee commodity ? Be sorry for what thou hast done , and make amends fool , I 'le talk no further to thee ; nor these rascals . Ger. Tye him to that tree . Hem. I have told you whom I follow . Ger. The Devill you should do , by your villanies ; Now he that has the best way , wring it from him . Hig. I undertake it ; turn him to the Sun boys , Give me a fine sharp rush ; will ye confesse yet Hem. Ye have robb'd me already , now you● murther me . Hig. Murder your nose a little : does your head purge Sir ? To it again , 't will do ye good . Hem. Oh! I cannot tell you any thing . Ger. Proceed then . Hig. There 's maggots in your nose , I'●e fetch 'em out Sir. Hem. O my head breaks . Hem. O my head breaks . Hig. The best thing for the Rhume Sir , That falls into your worships eyes . Hem. Hold , hold . Ger. Speak then . Hem. I know not what . Hig. It lyes in 's brain yet , In lumps it lies , I 'le fetch it out the finest : What pretty faces the foole makes , ? heigh● Hem. Hold , Hold , and I 'le tell ye all● look in my doublet , And there within the lining in a paper , You shall find all . Ger. Go fetch that paper hither , And let him loose for this time . Enter Hubert . Hub. Good ev'n my honest friends . Ger. Good ev'n good fellow . Hub May a poor huntsman , with a merry heart , A voice shall make the Forrest ring about him , Get leave to live amongst ye ? true as steel boys . That knows all chases , and can watch all hours , And with ●y quarter-st●ff● , though the Divell bid stand , De●l such an almes , shall make him roar again ? Prick ye the fearfull hare through crosse wayes , sheep walks , And force the craftie Reynard climb the quicks●ts ; Rouze ye the lo●tie Stag , and with my bell-horn Ring him a knell , that all the woods shall mourn him , 'Till in his funeral tears he fall before me ? The Polcat , Marterne , and the rich skin'd Lucerne , I know to chase the Roe , the wind our-stripping Isgrin himself , in all his bloody anger , I can beat from the bay ; and the wild Sounder Single : and with my arm'd staffe , turn the Boa● , Spight of his ●omy tushes ; and thus strike him , 'Till he fall down my feast . Ger. A goodly fellow . Hub. What mak'st thou here , ha ? Ger. We accept thy fellowship . Hub. Hem●kirk , thou art not right I fear , I fo●● thee . Enter Ferret . A Letter . Fer. H●re is the paper : and as he said , we found it . Ger. Give me it , I shall make a shift yet , old as I am , To find your knavery : you are sent here , Sirra , To discover certain Gentlemen ; a spy-knave : And if ye find 'em , If not by perswa●ion , To bring 'em back , by poison to dispatch ' em . Hub. By poison , ha ? Ger. Here is another , Hubert . What is that Hubert , Sir ? Hem. You may perceive there . Ger. I may perceive a vi●lanie , and a rank one , Was he joyn'd partner of thy knaverie ? Hem. No. He had an honest end , would I had had so , Which makes him scape such cut-throats . Ger. So it seems , For here thou art commanded , when that Hubert Has done his best and worthiest service , this way , To cut his throat ; for here he 's set down dangerous . Hub. This is most impious . Ger. I am glad we have found ye , Is not this true ? Hem. Yes ; what are you the better ? Ger. You shall perceive Sir , e're you get your freedom : Take him aside ; and friend , we take thee to us , Into our companie , thou dar'st be true unto us ? Hig. I , and obedient to ? Hub. As you had ●red me . Ger. Then take our hand : thou art now a servant to us , Welcome him all . Hig. Stand off , stand off , I 'le do it : We bid ye welcome three waies ; first for your person , Which is a promising person ; next for your quality , Which is a decent , and gentle quality ; Last or the f●●quent means you have to feed us ; You can steal , 't is to be presum'd ? Hub. Yes , Venison , Or if I want — Hig. 'T is w●ll you understand right , And shall learn daily : you can drink too ? Hub. Soundly . Hig. And ye dare know a woman from a weather cock ? Hub Yes it I handle her . Ger. Now swear him . Hig. You are welcome brother . All. Welcome , welcome , weldome , but who shall have the keeping Of this fellow ? Hub. Thank ye friends , And I beseech you if ye dare but trust me , For if I have kept wild dogs , and beasts for wonder , And made 'em tame too : give into my custody This roaring rascal , I shall hamper him . With all his knocks and knavery , & I fear me , Discover yet a further vill●ny in him ; O he smells rank o' th rascal . Ger. Take him to thee , But if he scape — Hub Let me be ev'n hang'd for him ; Room S●r , I 'le tye ye to my l●●sh . Hem. Away Rascal . Hub. Be not so stubborn : I shall swinge ye soundlie , And ye p●ay tricks with me . Ger. Now swear him . Hig. I crown thy nab with a gag of benbouse , And stall thee by the salmon into the clowes , To maund on the pad , and strike all the cheats To mill from the Nuffmans , commision and sla●es , Twang del●'s i' th stiromel , and let the Quire Cuffin , And Hermon Beck strine , and trine to the Ruffin . Ger. Now interpret this unto him . Hig. I poure on thy pate a pot of good al●● And by the Rogues oath , a Rogue thee install , To beg on the way , to rob all thou meets , To steal from the hedge , both the shirt and the sheets : And l●e with thy wench in the straw till she twang , Let the Constable , Justice , and Divell go hang. Ger. So , now come in , But ever have an eye S●r , to your prisoner . Hub. He must blind both mine eyes , if he get from me . Ger. Go , get some victuals , and some drink , some good drink , For this day we●'l keep holy to good fortune ; Come and be f●olick with us . Hig. Ye are a stranger . Exeunt . Scaena Q●arta . Enter Florez , and Bertha . Ber. Indeed ye are welcome : I have ha●rd your scape , And therefore give her leave that only loves you , ( Truly , and dearly loves you ) give her joy leave To bid you welcome : what is 't makes you sad man ? Why do you look so wild ? is 't I offend ye ? Beshrew my heart , not willingly . Flo. No Iertred . Ber. Is 't the delay of that ye long have look'd for , A happy marriage ? now I come to urge it : Now when you please to finish it . Flo. No newes yet ? Ber. Do you hear Sir ? Flo. Yes . Ber. Do you love me ? Flo. Have I liv'd In all the happinesse fortune could seat me , In all mens fair opinions ? Ber. I have provided A Priest , that 's ready for us : Flo. And can the Divell , In one ten days , that Divel chance devour me ! Ber. Wee 'l fly to what place you please . Flo. No star prosperous ? All at a swoop ? Ber. You do not love me Goswin ? You will not look upon me . Flo. Can mens prayers Shot up to heaven , with such a zeal as mine are , Fell ●eck like lazy mists , and never prosper ? Gyv●s I must weare , and cold must be my comfort . Darknesse , and want of meat : alas ! she weeps too ; Which is the top of all my sorrows : Iertred . Ber. No , no , you will not know me ; my poor beauty ; Which has been worth your eyes . Flo. The time growes on still : And like a tumbling wave , I see my ruine Come rolling over me . Ber. Yet will ye know me ? Flo. For a hundred thousand crowns ? Ber. Yet will ye love me ? Tell me but how I have deserv'd your slighting ? Flo. For a hundred thousand crownes ? Ber. Farewell dissembler . Flo. Of which I have scarce ten : oh , how it starts me ! Ber. And may the next you love , hearing my ruine . Flo. I had forgot my self , O my best Iertred ! Crown of my joyes and comforts ! Ber. Sweet , what ayle ye ? I thought you had been vex'd with me . Flo. My mind , wench , My mind o'reflow'd with sorrow , sunk my memory . Ber. Am I not worthie of the knowledg of it ? And cannot I as well affect your sorrowes , As your delights ? you love no other woman ? Flo. No I protest . Ber. You have no ships lost lately ? Flo. None that I know of . Ber. I hope you have spilt no blood ? whose innocence May lay this on your conscience . Flo. Clear , by heaven . Ber. Why should you be thus then ? Flo. Good Iertred , ask not , Ev'n by the love you bear me . Ber. I am obedient . Flo. Go in my fair , I will not be long from ye ; Nor long , I fear me , with thee : At my return Despise me as you please . Ber. The good gods guide ye . Exit . Flo. Now for my self , which is the least I hope for , And when that falles , for mans worst fortune , pl●y . Exit . Actus Quartus , Scaena Prima . Enter Florez and four Merchants . Flo. WHy Gentlemen , 't is but a week more I intreat you , But seven short days , I am not running from ye , Nor , if you give me patience , is it possible All my adventures fail ; you have ships abroad , Endure the beating both of wind or weather ; I am sure 't would vex your hearts to be protested ; Ye are all fair Merchants . 1 Mer. Yes , and must have fair play , There is no lying here else ; one hours failing Fails us of all our friends , of all our credits : For my part I would stay , but my wants tell me I must wrong others i●'t Flo. No mercy in ye ? 2 Mer. 'T is foolish to depend on others mercy : Keep your self right , and even cut your cloth , Sir , According to your calling : you have liv'd here In Lord-like prodig●lity , high and open , And now ye find what 't is : the liberal spending The summer of your youth , which you should glean in , And like the labouring Ant make use and gain of , Has brought this bitter stormy winter on ye , And now you cry . 3 Mer. Alas ! before your poverty We were no men , of no mark , no endeavour ; You stood alone , took up all trade , all business Running through your hands , scarce a sayl at Sea But loaden with your goods : we poor weak pedlers , When by your leave , and much intreaty to it , We could have ●●oage for a little cloth , Or a few wines , put off , and thank your Worship . Lord , how the world 's chang'd with ye ? now I hope , Sir , We shall have sea-room . Flor. Is my misery Become my scorn too ? have ye no humanity , N● part of men left ? are all the bounties in me To you , & to the town , turn'd my reproaches ? 4 Mer. Well get your moneys ready , 't is but two hours , VVe shall p●otest ye else , and suddenly . Flo. But two days . 1 Mer. Not an hour , ye know the hazard . Exit . Flo. How soon my lights put out : hard-hearted Bruges , Within thy walls may never honest Merchant Venture his fortunes more : O my poor wench too . Enter Gerrard . Ger. Good fortune , Master . Flo. Thou mistak'st me Clause , I am not worth thy blessing . Ger. Still a sad man ? Enter Higgen and Prig , like Porters . No belief gentle Master ? come , bring it in then , And now believe your Beadsman . Flo. Is this certain ? Or dost thou work upon my troubled sense ? Ger. 'T is gold , Sir , Take it and try it . Flo. Certainly 't is treasure ; Can there be yet this blessing ? Ger. Cease your wonder , You shal● not sink for nev'r a sous'd flap-draggon , For nere a pickl'd pilcher of 'em all , S●r ; 'T is there your full sum , a hundred thousand Crowns ; And good sweet master , now be merry ; pay 'em , Pay the poor pelting knaves , that know no goodness , And chear your heart up handsomly . Flo. Good Clause How cam'st thou by this mighty sum ? if naughtily I must not take it of thee , 't will undo me . Ger. Fear not ; you have it by as honest means As though your father gave it ; Sir , you know not To what a mass the little we dayly get Mounts in s●ven years ; we beg it for heavens charity , And to the same good we are bound to render it . Flo. What great ●●curity ? Ger. Away with that , Sir ; Were not ye more then all the men in Bruges , And all the money in my thoughts — Flo. But good Clause , I may dye presently . Ger. Then this dies with ye . Pay when you can , good Master , I 'le no parchments , Only this charity I shall entreat ye , Leave me this ring . Flo. Alas ▪ it is too poor Clause . Ger. 'T is all I ask , and this withal , that when I shall deliver this back , you shall grant me Freely one poor petition . Flo. There , I confess it , And may my faith forsake me when I shun it . Ger. Away , your time draws on : Take up the money And follow this young Gentleman . Flo. Farewel Clause , And may thy honest memory live ever . Ger. Heaven bless ye and still keep ye ; farewel Master . Ex●unt . Scaena Secunda . Enter Hubert . Hub. I have lockt my youth up close enough for gadding , In an old tree , and set watch over him . Enter Iaculine . Now for my Love , for sure this wench must be she ; She follows me ; Come hither pretty Minche . Iac. No , no , you 'l kiss . Hub. So I will. Iac. Y'ded law ? How will ye kiss me , pray you ? Hub. Thus : soft as my loves lips . Iac. Oh! Hub. What 's your Fathers name ? Iac. He 's gone to heaven . Hub. Is it not Gerrard , sweet . Iac. I 'le stay no longer ; My mother 's an old woman , and my brother Was drown'd at Sea , with catching Cockles . O love ! O how my heart melts in me ! how thou fir'st me ! Hub. 'T is certain she : pray let me see your hand sweet . Iac. No , no , you 'l bite it . Hub. Sure I should know that Gymmal . Iac. 'T is certain he : I had forgot my ring too . O Hubert , Hubert . Hub. Ha ? methought she nam'd me — Do you know me , Chick ? Iac. No indeed , I never saw ye , But methinks you kiss finely . Hub. Kiss again then ; By heaven 't is she . Iac. O what a joy he brings me . Hub. You are not Minche ? Iac. Yes pretty Gentleman , And I must be married to morrow to a Capper . Hub. Must ye my sweet ? and does the Capper love ye ? Iac. Yes , yes , he 'l give me pye , and look in mine eyes thus . 'T is he ; 't is my dear love : O blest fortune ! Hub. How ●ain she would conceal her self ? yet shew it , Will ye love me , and leave that man ? I 'le serve . Iac. O , I shall lose my self . Hub. I 'le wait upon ye , And make ye dainty Nose-gays . Iac. And where will ye stick ' em ? Hub. Here in bosome , and make a crown of Lilli●s For your fair head . Iac. And will ye love me ' deed-law ? Hub. With all my heart . Iac. Call me to morrow then , And we 'l have brave chear , and go to Church together . Give you good ev'n , Sir. Hub. But one word fair Minche . Iac. I must be gone a milking . Hub. Ye shall presently . Did you never hear of a young Maid called Iaculine ? Iac. I am discovered ; hark , in your ear I 'le tell ye ; You must not know me● Kiss and be constant ever . Hub. Heaven curse me else , 't is she ; and now I 'me certain They are all here : No● for my other project . Exeunt . Scaena Tertia . Enter Florez , f●ur Merchants , Higgen , and Prig. 1 Mer. Nay , if it would do you courtesie . Flo. None at all Sir ; Take it , ' ●is yours : there 's your ten thousand for ye , Give in my Bills : your sixteen . 3 Mer. Pray be pleas'd , Sir , To make a further use . Flo. No. 3 Mer. What I have , Sir , You may command ; pray let me be your Servant . Flo. Put your hats on ; I care not for your courtesies , They are most untimely done , and no truth in ' em . 2 Mer. I have a fraught of pepper . Flo. Rot your pepper ; Shall I trust you again ? there 's your seven thousand . 4 Mer. Or if you want fine sugar , 't is but sending . Flo. No , I can send to Barbary ; those people That never yet knew faith , have nobler freedoms . These carry to Vanlock and take my Bills in : To Peter Zuten th●se : bring back my Jewels : Why are these pieces ? Exter Saylor . Saylor . Health to the noble Merchant ; The Susan is return'd . Flo. Well ? Say. Well , and rich , Sir , And now put in . Flo. Heaven thou hast heard my prayers . Say. The brave Rebecca ●oo , bound from 〈◊〉 Straights , With the next tide is ready to put after . Flo. What news o' th' Fly-b●at ? Say. If this wind hold till midnight , She will be here , and wealthy , scap'd fairly . Flo. How , pre'thee Saylor ? Say. Thus , Sir ; she had fight Seven hours together with six Turkish Gallies , And she fought br●vely , but at length was boarded , And ove●laid with strength ; when presently Comes boring up the wind Captain Van-noke , That valiant Gentleman you redeem'd from prison ; He knew the Boat , set in , and fought it bravely , Beat all the Gallies off , sunk three , redeem'd her , And as a service to ye , sent her home , Sir. Flo. A● honest noble Captain , and a thankfull . There 's for thy news ; go drink the Merchants healt● , Saylor . Say. I thank your bounty , and I 'le do it to a doyt , Sir. Exit Saylor . 1 Mer. What miracles are powr'd upon this fellow ? Flo. This year I hope , my friends , I shall scape prison , For all your ca●es to catch me . 2 Mer. You may please , Sir , To think of your p●or servants in displeasure , Whose all they have goods , moneys , are at your service . Flo. 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. Come Sir , come take your ease , you must go home With me , yonder is one weeps and howls . Flo. Alas , how does she ? Van. She will be better soon I hope . Flo. Why soon Sir ? Van. Why when you have her in your arms , this night , My boy she is thy wife . Flo. With all my heart I take h●r . Van. We have p●epared ; all thy friends will be there , And all my rooms shall smoke 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 ●is baits for my boy ; but thou sh●lt have her ; Hast thou dispatch'd thy business ? Flo. Most . Van. By the mass 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 chear thee up with Sack , And when thou a●t lusty I 'le fling th●e to thy Mist●ess : She 'l hug thee , sirra . Flo. 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 ●on●st Clause , shortly I will thank him better . Exit . Hig. By the Mass a Royal Merchant , Gold by the handful ; here wil● 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 lookld for . Prig Oh these bak'd meats , Methinks I smell them h● her . Hig. Thy mouth waters . Exeunt . Scaena Quarta . Enter Hubert and Hemskirck . Hub. I must not . Hem. Why ? 't is 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 ha●t 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 do 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 recompenced , and to thy own desires , I● within th●se ten days I do not make thee — Hub. What , a false knave ? Hem. Prethee , p●e hee conceive me tightly , any thing Of profit or of place that may advance thee . Hub. Why , what a G●os-cap would'st thou make me , Do not I know that men in misery will promise Any thing , more then their lives can reach at ? Hem. Believe me Huntsman . There shall not one short syllable That comes from me , pass Without its full performance . Hub. Say you so , Sir ? Have ye ere a ●ood place for my quality ? Hem A thousand Chases , Forests , Parks ; I 'le make thee Chiefe ranger over all the games . Hub. When ? Hem. Presently . Hub. This may provoke me ; and yet to prove a knave too . Hem. 'T is to prove honest ; 't is to do good service , Service for him thou art sworn too , 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 . Hem. Then let me never live more . Hub. Then you shall see , Sir , I will do a service That shall deserve indeed . Hem. 'T is well said Huntsman , And thou shalt be well thought of . Hub. I will do it : 'T is not your letting f●ee , for that 's meer nothing ; But such a service , if the Earl be noble , He shall for ever love me . Hem. What is 't Huntsman ? Hub ▪ Do you know any of these people live here ? Hem. No. Hub. You are a fool then ; here be those to have 'em , I know the Earl so well , would make him caper . Hem. Any of the old Lords that rebel●d ? Hub. Peace , all ; I know 'em every one , and can betray ' em . Hem. But wilt thou do this service ? Hub. If you 'l keep Your faith , and free word to me . Hem. Wilt thou swear me ? Hub. No , no , I will believe ye : more then that too , Here 's the right heir . Hem. O honest , honest Huntsman ! Hub. Now , how to get these Gallants , there 's the matter ; You will be constant , 't is no work for me else . Hem. Will the Sun shine again ? Hub. The way to get ' em . Hem. Propound it , and it shall be done . Hub , No sleight , ( For they are devilish crafty , it concerns 'em ) Nor reconcilement , ( for they dare not trust neither , ) Must do this trick . Hem. By force ? Hub. I , that must do it : And with the person of the Earl himself , Authority ( and mighty ) must come on 'em , Or else in vain ; and thus I would have ye do it : To morrow night be here ; a hundred men will bear 'em ; ( So he be there , for he 's both wise and valiant , And with his terrour will strike dead their forces . ) The hour be twelve a Clock ; now for a guide To draw ye without danger on these persons ; The woods being thick and hard to hit , my self With some few with me , made unto our purpose , Beyond the wood , upon the plain will wait ye By the great Oak . Hem. I know it : keep thy faith Hunts-man , And such a shour of wealth — Hub. I warrant ye : Mi●s nothing that I tell ye . Hem. No. Hub. Farewell ; You have your liberty , now use it wisely ▪ And keep your hour ; go closer about the wood there . For fear they spie you . Hem. Well . Hub. And bring no noise with ye . Hem. All shall be done to th' purpose : farewell Hunts-man . Exit Enter Gerrard , Higgen , Prig , Gynks , Snap , Ferret . Ger. Now what 's the news in town ? Gyn. No news but joy , Sir ; Every man wooing of the noble Merchant , Who has his hearty commendations to ye . Fer. Yes , this is news , this night he 's to be married . Gyn. By th' Mass that 's true , he marries Van-duncks daughter , The dainty black-ey'd bell . Hig. I would my clapper Hung in his Bald-rick , what a peal could I ring ? Ger. Married ? Gyn. 'T is very true Sir ; O the pyes , The piping-hot-mince-pies . Prig. O the plum pottage . Hig. For one leg of a Goose now would I venture a limb boys ; I love a fat Goose as I love Allegiance , And — upon the Boors , too well they know it , And therefore starve their poultry ▪ Ger To be married To Van-duncks daughter ? Hig. O this precious Merchant ; What sport he will have ? But hark ye brother Prig , Shall we do nothing in the fore-said wedding ? There 's money to be go● , and meat I take it ; What think ye of a moris● ? Prig. No , by no means , ●hat goes no further th●n the street , there leaves ●● ; Now we must think of something that must draw us Into the bowels of it , into th' buttery , Into the Kitchen , into the Cellar , something That that old drunken Burgo-master loves ; What think ye of a Wassel . Hig. I think worthily . Prig. And very fit it should be ; thou , and Ferret , And Gynks to sing the song ; I for the structure , Which is the bowl . Hig. Which must be up-sey English , Strong lusty London Beer ; le●s think more of it . Ger. He must not marry . Enter Hubert . Hub. By your leave in private , One word , Sir , with ye , Gerrard ; do not start me , I know ye , and he knows ye that best loves ye ; Hubert speaks to ye , and you must be Gerrard , The time invites you to it . Ger. Make no shew then ; I am glad to see you , Sir , and I am Gerrard ; How stands affairs ? Hub. Fair , if ye dare now follow ; Hemskirk I have let go , and these my causes ; I 'le tell ye privately , and how I have wrought him , And then to prove me honest to my friends , Look upon these directions ; you have seen his . Hig. Then will I speak a speech , and a brave speech In praise of Merchants ; where 's the Ape ? Prig. — Take him , A gowty Bear-ward stole him the other day . Hig. May his Bears worry him , that Ape had paid it ; What dainty tricks ? — o' that whorson Bear-ward : In his french doublet , with his bastar'd bullions , In a long stock ty'd up , O how daintily Would I have made him wait , and change a trencher , Carry a cup of wine ? ten thousand stinks Wait on thy mangy soul thou lowzy Bear-ward . Ger. 'T is passing well , I both believe and joy in 't , And will be ready , keep you h●re the mean while , And keep this in ; I must a while forsake ye● Upon mine anger no man stir this two hours . Hig. Not to the wedding , Sir ? Ger. Not any whither . Hig. The Wedding must be seen , Sir ; we want meat too , We be monstrous out of meat . Prig. Shall it be spoken , Fat capons shak't their tails at 's in defiance , And Turkey toombs such honourable monuments ? Shall Piggs , Sir , that the Parsons self would envy , And dainty Ducks ? — Ger. Not a word more , obey me . Exit Ger. Hig. Why then come dole●ul death , this is flat tyranny , And by this hand — Hub. What ? Hig. I 'le go sleep upon 't . Exit Hig. Prig. Nay , and there be a wedding , and we wanting , Farewel our happy days : we do obey , Sir. Exeunt . Scaena Quinta . Enter two young Merchants . 1 Mer. Well met , Sir , you are for this lusty wedding . 2 Mer. I am so , so are you , I take it . 1 Mer. Yes , And it much glads me that to do him service Who is the honour of our trade and lu●●er , We meet thus happily . 2 Mer. He 's a noble fellow , And well becomes a bride of such a beauty . 1 Mer. She is passing fair indeed ; long may their loves Continue like their youths , in spring of sweetness ; All the young Merchants wi●l be here No doubt on 't ; For he that comes not ●o attend this wedding , The curse o● a most b●ind one fall upon him , A loud wife and a lazy : here 's Vanlock . Enter Vanlock and Frances . Van. Well overtaken Gent●emen , save ye . 1 Mer. The same to you Sir : save ye , fair Mistress Frances , I would this happy night might make you blush too . Vanl. She dreams ap●ce Fran. That 's but a drowsie fortun● . 2 Mer. Nay , take us with ye too , w● come to that end ; I am sure ye are for the wedding . Vanl. Hand and heart man , And what their fe●t can do ; I c●uld have tript it Before this whorson gou● . Enter Gerrard . Ger. Bless ye Masters . Vanl. Clause ? how now Clause , thou art come ●o see thy Master , ( And a good Master he is to all poor people ) In all his joy ; 't is honestly don● of thee . Ger. Long may he live , Sir ; but my business now is , If you would please to do it , and to hi● too . Enter Florez . Vanl. He 's here himself . Flo. Stand at the door my friends ? I pray walk in : welcome fair Mistress Frances , See what the house affords , there 's a young Lady Will bid you welcome . Vanl. We joy your happiness . Exit . Flo. I hope it will be so . Clause n●bly welcome , My honest my best friend , I have been careful To see thy moneys — Ger. Sir , that brought not me ; Do you know this Ring again ? Flo. Thou hadst it of me . Ger. And do you well remember yet the boon you gave me ▪ Upon the return of this ? Flo. Yes , and I grant it , Be it what it will ; a●k what thou canst , I 'le do it , Within my power . Ger. Ye are not married yet ? Flo. No. Ger. Faith I shall ask you that that will distu●b ye , But I must put ye to your promise . Flo. Do , And if I faint and flinch in 't — Ger. Well said Master , And yet it grieves me to , and yet it must be . Flo. Pre●hee distrust me not . Ger. You must not marry , That 's part of the power you gave me ; which to make up , You must presently depart and follow me . Flo. Not marry , Clause ? Ger. Not if you keep your promise , And give me power to ask . Flo. Pre●hee think better , I will obey by heaven . Ger. I have thought the best , Sir. Flo. Give me thy reason ; dost thou fear her ●onesty ? Ger. Chaste as the yce , for any thing I know , Sir. Flo. Why shouldst thou light on that then ? to what purpose ? Ger. I must not now discover . Flo. Must not marry ? Shall I break now , when my poor heart is pawn'd ? When all the preparation ? Ger. Now or never . Flo. Come , 't is not that thou would'st ; thou dost but fright me . Ger. Upon my sou● it is , Sir , and I bind ye . Flo. Clause , canst thou be so cruel ? Ger. You may break , Sir , But never more in my thoughts appear honest . Flo. Di●'st ever see her ? Ger. No. Flo. She is such a thing , O Clause , she is such a wonder , such a mirror , For beauty ▪ and fair virtue , Europe has not : Why hast thou made me happy to undo me ? But look upon her , then if thy heart relent not I 'le quit her presently ; who waits there ? Servant within . Sir ? Flo. Bid my fair love come hither , and the company ; Prethee be good unto me ; take a mans heart , And look upon her truly ; take a friends heart ▪ And feel what miserie must follow this , Ger. Take you a noble heart and keep your promise : I forsook all I had to make you happy . Enter Bertha , Van-donk , and the rest Merchants . Can that thing call'd a woman stop your godness ? Flo. Look there she is , d●●l with me as thou wilt now Didst ever see a fairer ? Ger. She is most goodly . Flo. Pray ye stand still . Ber. What ailes my love ? Flo. Didst thou ever , By the fair light of heaven , behold a sweeter ? O that thou knew'st but love , or ever selt him , Look well , look narrowlie upon her beauti●s . 1. Mer. Sure h 'as so●e strange in hand , he star●s so . 2. Mer. This Beggar has a strong power over his pleasure . Flo. View all her bodie . Ger. 'T is exact and excellent . Flo. Is she a thing then to be lost thus lightly ? Her mind is ten times sweeter , ten times nobler , And but to hear her speak , a Paradise , And such a love she bears to me , a chaste love , A vertu●us , fair , and fruitfullove : 't is now too I am readie to enjoy it ; the Priest readie , Clause , To say the holy words shall make us happie , This is a crueltie beyond mans studie , All these are readie , all our joyes are readie , And all the expectation of our friends 'T will be her death to do it . Ger. Let her die then . Flo. Thou canst not : 't is impossible . Ger. It must be . Flo. 'Till kill me too , ' ●will murder me by heaven , Clause I 'le give thee halfe I have ; come thou shalt save me . Ger. Then you must go with me : I can stay no longer , If ye be true and noble . Flo. Hard heart , I 'le follow : Pray ye all go in again , and pray be merrie . I have a weighty businesse , give my cloake there , Enter Servant ( with a Cloake . ) Concerns my life , and state ; make no enquiry , This present hour befaln me ▪ with the soonest I shall be here again : nay pray go in Sir , And take them with you , 't is but a night lost Gentlemen . Van. Come , come in , we will not lose our meat yet , Nor our good mirth , he cannot stay long from her I am sure of that . Flo. I will no● stay ; believe Sir , Exit . Gertrude . a word with you ▪ Ber. Why is this stop Sir ? Flo. I have no more time left me , but to kisse thee , And tell thee , this , I am ever thine : farewell wench . Exit . Ber. And is that all your ceremonie ? Is this a wedding ? Are all my ho●es and prayers turnd to nothing ? Well , I will say no more , nor sigh , nor sorrow ; oh me , Til to thy face I prove thee false . Exit . Actus Quintus , Scaena Prima . Enter Bertha , and a Boore . Ber. LEad , if thou thinkst we are right , why dost thou make These often stands ? thou saidst thou knewst the way Boor. Fear nothing , I do know it : would `twere homeward . Ber. Wrought from me , by a Begg●r ? at the time That most should tie him ? 'T is some other Love That hath a more command on his affections , And he that fetcht him , a disguised Agent , Not what he personated ; for his fashion Was more familiar with him , and more powerfull Then one that ask'd an almes : I must finde out One , if not both● kind darkness be my shrowd And cover loves too curious search in me , For yet , suspition , I would not name thee . Boor. Mistris , it grows some-what pretty and dark . Ber. What then Boor. Nay , nothing ; do not think I am afraid , Although perhaps you are . Ber. I am not , forward ▪ Boor. Sure but you are : give me your hand , fear nothing . There 's one leg in the wood , do not pull backward : What a sweat one on 's are in , you or I ? Pray God it do not prove the plague ; yet sure It has infected me ; for I sweat too , It runs out at my knees , feel , feel , I pray you . Ber. What ailes the f●llow ? Boor. Hark , hark I beseech you , Do you hear nothing ? Ber. No. Boor. List : a wild hog , He grunts : now 't is a beare : this wood is full of ' em . And now , a wolfe Mistris , a wolfe , a wolfe , It is the howling of a wolfe . Ber. The braying of an asse ; is it not . Boor. Oh , ●ow one has me ; Oh ▪ my left ham , far●well . Ber. Look to your shanks , Your breech is safe enough , the wolfe 's a Fernbr●●e . Boor. But see , see ▪ see . There is a Serpent in it , It has eyes as broad as platters ; it spits fire ; Now it creeps towards us , help me to say my prayers ▪ It has swallowed me almost , my breath is stopt , I cannot speak ; do I speak Mistris ? tell me . Ber. Why , thou timerous Sot , canst thou perceive Any thing i' the bush , but a poor glo-worme ? Boor. It may be 't is but a glo-worm now , but 't will Grow to a fire-drake presently . Ber. Come thou from it : I have a precious guide of you ; and a courteous That gives me leave to lead my selfe the way thus . Boor. It thunders , you hear that now . Ber. I hear one hollow . Boor. 'T is thunder , thunder : See , a flash of Lightning , Are you not blasted Mistris ? pull your mas● off , It has plaid the barber with me here : I have lost My beard , my beard , pray God you be not shaven , It will spoile your marriage , Mistris . Ber. What strange wonders Fear fancies in a Coward ? Boor. Now the earth opens . Ber. Prethee hold thy peace . Boor. Will you on then ? Ber. Both love and jealousie have made me bold , Where my fate leads me , I must go . Exit . Boor. God be with you then . Enter Woolfort , Hemskirk , and Attendants . Hem. It was the fellow sure , he that should guide me , The hunts-man that did hollow us . Woolf. Best make a ●●and And listen to his next : ha ? Hem. Who goes there ? Boor. Mistris , I am taken . Hem. Mistris ? look forth souldiers . Woolf. What are you si●●ah ? Boor. Truly all is left Of a poor Boor , by day-light , by night no body , You might have spar'd your drum , and guns , and pikes too For I am none that will stand out Sir , I. You may take me in with a walking stick Even when you please , and hold me with a pack-threed . Hem. What woman was 't you call'd to . Boor. Woman ? none Sir. Woolf. None ? did you no● name Mistris ? Boor. Yes , but shee 's No woman yet ● she should have been this night . But that a Beggar stole away her Bridegroom . Whom we were going to make hu●-and-cry after ; I tell you true Sir , she should ●a'bin ma●r●ed to day , And was the Bride , and all ; but in came Clause , The old lame Beggar , and whipt up Mr. Goswin ; Under his arm , away with him as a Kite , O● an old Fox , would swoop away a gossi●g . Hem. 'T is shee , 't is she , Niece ? Ber. Ha! Hem. She Sir. This wa● a noble entrance to your fortune , That being on the point thus to be married , Upon her venture here , you should surprise her . Wool. I begin Hemskirk , to believe my fate Works to my ends . Hem. Yes Sir ▪ and this addes trust Unto the fellow our guide , who assur'd me Florez Liv'd in some Merchants shop , as Gerrard did I' th the old beggars , and that he would use Him for the train , to call the other forth , All which we find is ●one — That 's he again — Holla again Woolf. Good we sent out to meet him . Hem. Here 's the Oake . B●r. O I am miserably lost , thus falne Into my Uncles hands , from all my hopes : Can I not think away my self and dye ? O I am miserably lost , thus fallen Into my Uncles hands , from all my hop●s : No matter now , where thou be false or no , Goswin , whether thou love another better , Or me alone ; or where thou keep thy vow , And word , or that thou come , or stay ; for I To thee from henceforth must be ever absent , And thou to me : no more shall we come near , To tell our selves , how bright each others eyes were , How soft our language , and how sweet our kisses , Whilst we made one our food , th' other our feast , Not mix our soules by sight , or by a letter Hereafter , but as small relation have , As two new gon to inhabiting a grave : Can I not think away my self and die ? Enter Hubert , Higgen , Prig , Ferret , Snap , Gincks , like Boores. Hub. I like your habits well : they are safe , stand close . Hig. But what 's the action we are for now ? ha ? Robbing a Ripper of his fish ? Prig. Or taking A poultrer prisoner , without ransome , Bullye● ? Hig. Or cutting off a convoy of bu●ter ? Fer. Or surprising a Boors ken , for granting cheats ? Prig. Or cackling cheats ? Hig. Or merge●y-praters , Rogers ▪ And Tibs o' th the Bu●te●y ? Prig. O' I could drive a Regiment Of geese afore me , such a night as this , Ten leagues with my hatt , and staffe , and not of hiss Heard , or a wing of my troops disordered . Hig. Tell us , If it be milling of a lag of duds , The fetching of a back of clothes , or so , We are horribly out of linnen , Hub. No such matter . Hig. Let me alone for any Farmers dog , If you have a minde to the cheese-loft : 't is but thus : And he is a silenc'd Mast●ff , during pleasure . Hub. Would it would please you to be silent . Hig. Mum. Woolf. Who 's there ? Hub. A friend , the Huntsman . Hem. O 't is he . Hub. I have kept touch Sir , which is the Earl of these ? Will ye know a man now ? Hem. This my Lord 's the friend Hath undertook the service . Hub. I●'t be worth His Lordships thanks anon , when 't is done Lording , I 'le look for 't , a rude woodman , I know how to pitch my toyles , drive in my game ▪ And I have don 't , both Florez and his Father Old Gerrard , with Lord Arnold of Benthuisen ; Cozen , and Iaqueline , young Florez Sister , I have 'em all . Woolf. Thou sp●akst too much , too happy , To carry faith with it . Hub. I can bring you Where you shall see , and find ' em . Woolf. We will double , What ever Hemskirk then hath promised thee . Hub. And I 'le deserve it treble ; what horse ha' you ? Woolf. A hundred . Hub. That 's well : ready to take Upon surprise of ' em ? Hem. Yes . Hub 〈◊〉 ●hen , Your force in●o five Squadrons , for there are So m●ny out-●ets w●yes through the wood , That issue from the place whe●e they are lodg'd ; Five severall wayes , of all which p●ssag●s We must possess our selves , to round ' ●m in , For by one starting hole , they'●l all escape e●se , I and four B●ors here , to ye will be guides . The Squadron where you are , my sel● will ●●ad . And that they may be more s●cure , I 'le use My wonted whoops , and hollowes , as I were A hunting for 'm ; which will make them rest , Careless of any noyse , and b● a direction To the other guides ●ow w● approach ●m stil● . Woolf. 'T is ordered well , and relisheth the Souldie● . Make the division Hemskirk : you are my charge , Fair one , I'●e look to you . Boor. Shall no body need To look to me ? I 'le look unto my self . Hub. 'T is but this , r●member . Hig. Say , 't is done boy , Ex●unt . Scaena Secunda . Enter Gerrard and Florez . Ger. By this ●ime ; Sir , I hope you want no reasons Why I broke off your marriage , for though I Should as a Subject study you my Prince In things indifferent , it will not therefore Discredit you , to acknowledge me your Father , By harkening to my necessary counsells . Flo. Acknowledge you my Father ? Sir I do , And may impiety , conspiring with My other Sins , sink me , and suddainly When I forget to pay you a Sons duty , In my obedience , and that help'd sorth With all the cheerfulness . Ger. I pray you rise , And may those powers that see and love this in you , Reward you for it : Taught by your example Having received the rights due to a Father , I tender you th' allegiance of a Subject : Wh●ch as my P●ince acc●pt of . Flo. Kneel to me ? M●y m●untains fi●st fall down benea●h ●h●ir valleys , And fi●e no more mount upwards , when I suff●r An act in nature so pr●posterous ; I must o'recome in this , in all things else The victory be yours t could you here read me , You should perceive how all my faculties Triump● in my blest fate , to be found yours ; I am your s●n , your Son Sir , and am prouder To be s● , to the ●ather to such goodnesse ( Which heaven be pleas'd , I may inherit from you ) Then I shall ever o● those speci●ll titles That plead for my succ●ssion in the Earldome ( Did I p●ssess it now ) l●ft by my mother . Ger. I do believe it : but — Flo. O my lov'd Father , B●fore I knew you were so , by instinct , N●ture had taught me , to look on your wan●s , N●t as a strange●s : and I know not how , What you call'd ch●ritie I thought the paiment Of some religious debt nature stood bound for ; And last of all , when your magnificent bounty , In my low ebb of fortune , had brought in A flood of blessings , though my threatning wan●s And fear of their ●ff●cts , still kept me stupid , I soon found out , it was no common pittie That lead you to i● . Ger. Think of this hereafter When we wi●h joy may call it to remembrance , There will be a time more opportune , then now , To end your storie , with all circumstances , I adde this onely : when we fled from Woolfort I sent you into England , and there placed you With a brave Flanders Merchant , call'd rich Goswin , A man supplyed by me unto that purpose , As bound by oath never to discover you , Who dying left his name and wealth unto you As his reputed Son , and yet received so ; But now , as Florez and ● Prince , remember , The countries ▪ and the subjects generall good Must challenge the first part in your affec●ion : The fair maid , whom you chose to be your wife , B●ing so far be●eath you , tha● y●ur love M●●t gr●nt ▪ 〈◊〉 not your equall . Flo. In disc●nt Or borrowed glo●i●s , from dead Ancesto●s , But ●or her b●autie ▪ chastitie , an● all vertues Ever remembre● in the best of women , A M●na●ch might r●ceive ●rom h●r , not give , Though she were ●is Crowns purchase , In this only Be ●n indulgent Father : in a●l ●lse , U●e my authority . Enter Hubert , ●emskirk , Woolfort , Bertha , and Souldiers . Hub. S●r , h●re be two of 'em , The Father and the Sonne , the rest you shall have A●●ast as I can rouze them . Ger. Who 's this ? Woolfort ? Wool. I criple , your faigned cru●ches will not he●p you , Nor patch'd disguise that hath so long conceal'd you , I●'s now no halting : I must here find Gerrard , And in this Merchants h●bit , one called Florez Who would be an Earl. Ger. And is , wert thou a subject . Flo. Is this that Traitor Woolfort ? Wolf. Yes , but you Are they that are betraid : Hemskirk ; Ber. My Goswin Turn'd Prince ? O I am poorer by this greatness , Then all my former jealousies or misfortunes . Flo. Gertrude ? Woolf. Stay Sir , you were to day too near her , You must no more ayme at those easie acce●ses , Less you can do 't in aire , without a head , Which shall be sodainly try'de . Ber. O take my heart , first , And since I cannot hope now to enjoy him , Let me but fall a part of his glad ransome . Woolf. You know not your own value , that entreat Ger. So proud a f●end as Woolfort . Woolf. For so lost A thing as Florez . Flo. And that would be so Rather then she should stoop again to thee ; There is no death , but 's sweeter then all life , When Woolfort is to give it : O my Gertrude , It is n●t that , no P●incedom that I go from . I● is from thee , that losse includeth a●l . Wool. I , if my young prince knew his loss , he would say so , Which that he yet may chew on , I will tell him This is no Gertrude , nor no Hemskirkes N●ece , Nor Vandoncks daughter ; this is Bertha , B●rtha , The heir ●f B●abant , ●he that caus'd the warre , Wh●m I did steale , during my treaty there , For your minority , to raise my selfe ; I then for●seeing 't would beget a quarrell . That , a necessity of my employment , The same employment , make me master of strength , That strength , the Lord of Flanders , so of Brabant , By marrying her ●si , which had not been to do : She come of ye●rs , but that the expectation First of her Fathe●s death retarded it , And s●nce the standing out of Bruges , where Hemskirk had hid her , till she was n●er lost : But Sir , we have recover'd her : your M●rchantship May break , for this was one of your best b●●tomes I think . Ger. Insolent Devill ! Enter Hubert , with Iaqueline , Gynks and Costin . Woolf. Who are these , Hemskirke ? Hem. More , more , Sir. Flo. How they triumph in their treachery ? Hem. Lord Arnold of Benthusin , this Lord Costin . This Iaqueline the sister unto Florez . Woolf. All found ? why here 's brave game , this was sport-royall , And puts me in thought of a new kind of death for ' em . Huntsman , your horn : first wind me Florez fall , Next Gerrards , then his daughter Iaquelins , Those rascals , they shall dye without their rights : Hang 'em Hemskirk on these trees ; I 'le take The assay of these my selfe . Hub. Not here my Lord , Let 'em be broken up , up●n a scaffold , 'T wil shew the better when their arbou●'s made . Ger. Wretch art thou not cont●nt thou h●st betraid u● , But mock us too ? Gynks . False Hubert , this is monstrous . Woolf. Hubert ? Hem. Who , this ? Ger. Yes , this is Hubert , Woolfort , I hope he ha's helpt himself to a tree . Woolf. The first , The first of any , and most glad I have you Sir , I l●t you go before , b●t for a train ; I●'t you have done t●is service ? Hub. As your H●ntsman , But now as Hubert ; save your selves , I will , The Woolf 's a foot , let slip , kill , kill , kill , kil● , Enter with a dru● V●n-do●ck Merchants , Higgen , Prig , Ferret , Sn●p . Woolf. Betray'd ? Hub. No , but well catch'd : & I the Huntsman . Van-d. How do you Woolfort ? Rascall , good knave Woolfort . I speak it now without the Rose ; and Hemskirk , Rogue Hemskirk , you that have no niece , this Lady Was ●tolne by you , and tane by you , and now Resign'd by me , to the right owner here : Take her my P●ince ▪ Flo. Can this be p●ssible , Welcome my love , my ●weet , my worthy love . Van-d. I ha' giv'n you her twice : now keep her better , and thank Lord Hubert , that came to me in Gerrards name , And got me out , with my brave boys , to march Like Caesar , when he bred his Commentaries , So I , to end my Chronicle , came sorth Caesar Van-donck , & veni , vidi ▪ vici , Give me my Bottle , and set down the drum ; You had your tricks Sir , had you ? we ha' tricks too , You stole the Lady ? Hig. And we led your Squadrons Where they ha' scratc'ht their legges a little , with brambles , If not their faces . Prig. Yes , and run their heads Against ●re●s . Hig. 'T is Captain Prig , Sir. Prig. And Coronell Higgen . Hig. We fi●l'd a pit with your people , some with legges , S●me with a●mes broken , and a neck , or two , I think , be l●o●e . Prig. The rest too that escap'd , Are no● yet out of the briars , Hig. And y●ur ho●ses , Sir , Are w●ll set up in Bruges all by this time ▪ You lo●k as you were no● well Sir , and would be Shortly let blood ; do you wan● a scarf● ? Vand-d . A halter . Ger. 'T was like your self , honest , and noble Hubert : Ca●'st thou behold these mirrors altogeth●r , Of thy long● false , and bloody usurpation ? Thy tyrannous proscription , and fr●sh treason ▪ And not so see thy self , as to fa●l down A●d sinking force a grave wi●h thine own guilt , As deep as hel● , ●o cover thee and i● ? Woolf. No , I can stand , and praise the toyles that took me , And laughing in them dye ; they were brave snares . Flo. ' Tw●re truer valour if thou durst repent The wrongs th' hast done , and live . Woolf. Who I repent ? And say I am sorry ? yes , 't is the fools language And no● for Woolfort . Vand●d ▪ Woolfort thou art a ●ivell , And speakst his ●anguage , oh that I had my longing Under this row of trees now would I hang him . Flo. No , let him live , untill ●e can repent , But banish'd from our State , that is thy doom . Van●d . Then ha●g his worthy Captain here , this Hemskirk For profit of th' example . Flo. No , let him Enjoy his shame too : with his conscious life , To shew how much our innocence contemns All practice from the gui●tiest , to molest us . Van-d. A noble Prince . Ger. Sir , you must help to joyn A pair of hands , as they have done their hearts here , And to their loves with joy . Flo. As to mine own , My gracious Sister , wor●hiest Brother : Van-d. I 'le go afore , & have the bon-fi●e made , My fire-work● , and flap-dragons , and good back-rack , With a peck of little fishes , to drink down In healths to this day . Hig , Sligh● , here be changes , The B●lls ha' not so many , nor a dance , Prig. Prig. Our Company 's growne horri●●e thin by it , What think you Ferret ? Fer. Marry I do think , That we might all be Lords now , if we could stand fo●'t Hig. Not I , if they should offer it : I'●e dislodge first , R●move the Bush to another climat . Ger. Sir , you must thank this wo●thy Burgomaster , Here be friends ask to be look'd on too : A●d thank'd , who though their trade , and course of life Be not so perfect , but it may be better'd , H●ve yet us'd me with curtesie , and bin tru● Subj●cts unto me , while I was thei● King , A place I know not well how to resign . No● unto whom : But this I will intreat Your grace , command them , follow me to Bruges ; Where I wi●l take the care on me , to finde Some manly , and more profi●ab●e course To fit them , as a part of the R●publique . Flo. Do you hear Sirs ? do so . Hig. Thanks to your good grace ▪ Prig. To your good Lordship . Fer. May you both live long . Ger. Attend me at Van-doncks , the Burgomasters . Ex. all but Beggars . Hig. Yes , to b●●t hemp , and be whipt twice a week , O● turn the wheel for Crab the Rope-maker ▪ Or ●earn to go along with him , his cours● ; T●at'● a fi●e course now , i' the Commonwealth , Prig. What say yo● to it ? Prig. It is the backwardst course I know i' the world . Hig. Th●n Higgen will scarce thrive by it , You do conclude ? Prig. 'Faith hardly ▪ very hardly . Hig. Troth I am partly of your mind , Prince Prig. And therefore farewell Flanders , Higgen will seek Some safer shelter , in some other Climat , With this his tatter'd Colony : Let me see , Snap , Ferret , Prig , and Higgen , all are le●t O● the true bloo● : what ? shall we into England ? Prig. Agreed , Hig. Th●n b●ar up bravely with your Brute my lads Higgen hath prig'd the prancers in his dayes : And sold good peny-worths ; we will have a cou●se . The spirit of Bottom is grown bottomlesse . Prig. I 'le mand no more , nor cant . Hig. Yes , y●ur six-peny worth In priv●te , b●other ; six-pence is a sum I 'le steal you any mans dogge for . Prig. For six-pence more , You 'l tell the owner where he is . Hig. 'T is right , Higgen must practise , so must Prigt , o eat : And write the Letter : and gi' the word , But now No more , as either of th●se . Prig. But as true Beggars , As ere we were . Hig. We stand here , for an Epilogue ▪ Ladies , your bounties first ; the rest will follow , For womens favours are a leading alms , If you be pleas'd look cheerely through your eys : Out a● your maskes . Prig. And let your beauties sparkle . Hig. So may may you ne'er want dressings , jewells ▪ gownes Still i' the fashion . Prig. Nor the men you love , Wealth , nor discourse to please you . Hig. May you Gentlemen , Never want good fresh suites nor liberty . Prig. May every Merchant here see safe his ventures . Hig. And every honest Citizen his debts in . Prig. The Lawye●s gain good Clyents . Hig. And the Clyents good Counsell . Prig. All the Gamesters here good fortune . Hig. The Drunkards too good wine . Prig. The eaters me●● Fit soe their tastes and pallats . Hig. The good wives kind Hus●ands . Prig. The young maids choyce of Sutors . Hig. The Mid-wives merry hearts . Prig. And all good ch●●re ▪ Hig. As you are kind unto us and our Bush , We are the Beggars and your daily Beadsmen , And have your money , but the Almes we ask And live by , is your Grace , give that and th●n Wee 'l boldly say our word is , Come agen . FINIS . THE PROLOGUE . TO please you with this Play , we feare-will be ( So doe's the Authour too ) a mystery Somewhat above our Art ; For all mens eyes , Ears , faiths , and judgements , are not of one size . For to say truth , and not to flatter ye , This is nor Comedy , nor Tragedy , Nor History , nor any thing that may ( Yet in a week ) be made a perfect Play : Yet those that love to laugh , and those that think Twelve-pence goes farther this way then in drink , Or Damsels , if they mark ●he matter through , May stumble on a foolish toy , or two , Will make 'em shew their teeth : pray for my sake ( That likely am your first man ) do not take A distaste before you feel it : for ye may When this is hist to ashes , have a Play , And here , to out-hisse this ; be patient then ( My honuor done ) y' are welcome Gentlemen . THE EPILOGUE . IF you mislike ; ( as you shall ever be Your own free Iudges ) this Play utterly , For your own Noblenesse , yet do not hisse , But as you go by , say it was amisse ; And we will mend : Chide us , but let it be Never in cold blood : O' my honesty , ( If I have any ) this I 'le say for all , Our meaning was to please you still , and shall .