Beggars Bush Part 17

[_Exit_ Saylor.

_1 Mer._ What miracles are pour'd upon this fellow!

_Gos._ This here I hope, my friends, I shall scape prison, For all your cares to catch me.

_2 Mer._ You may please Sir To think of your poor servants in displeasure, Whose all they have, goods, moneys, are at your service.

_Gos._ I thank you, When I have need of you I shall forget you: You are paid I hope.

_All._ We joy in your good fortunes.

_Enter_ Van-dunck.

_Van-d._ Come Sir, come take your ease, you must go home With me, yonder is one weeps and howls.

_Gos._ Alas how does she?

_Van-d._ She will be better soon I hope.

_Gos._ Why soon Sir?

_Van-d._ Why when you have her in your arms, this night My boy she is thy wife.

_Gos._ With all my heart I take her.

_Van-d._ We have prepar'd, all thy friends will be there, And all my Rooms shall smoak to see the revel; Thou hast been wrong'd, and no more shall my service Wait on the knave her Uncle, I have heard all, All his baits for my Boy, but thou shalt have her; Hast thou dispatch't thy business?

_Gos._ Most.

_Van-d._ By the ma.s.s Boy, Thou tumblest now in wealth, and I joy in it, Thou art the best Boy, that _Bruges_ ever nourish'd.

Thou hast been sad, I'le cheer thee up with Sack, And when thou art l.u.s.ty I'le fling thee to thy Mistris.

She'I hug thee, sirrah.

_Gos._ I long to see it, I had forgot you: there's for you my friends: You had but heavy burthens; commend my love To my best love, all the love I have To honest _Clause_, shortly I will thank him better. [_Exit._

_Hig._ By the ma.s.s a royal Merchant, Gold by the handfull, here will be sport soon, _Prig._

_Prig._ It partly seems so, and here will I be in a trice.

_Hig._ And I boy, Away apace, we are look'd for.

_Prig._ Oh these bak'd meats, Me thinks I smell them hither.

_Hig._ Thy mouth waters. [_Exeunt._

SCENA IV.

_Enter_ Hubert, _and_ Hemskirk.

_Hub._ I Must not.

_Hem._ Why? 'tis in thy power to do it, and in mine To reward thee to thy wishes.

_Hub._ I dare not, nor I will not.

_Hem._ Gentle Huntsman, Though thou hast kept me hard: though in thy duty, Which is requir'd to do it, th' hast used me stubbornly; I can forgive thee freely.

_Hub._ You the Earls servant?

_Hem._ I swear I am near as his own thoughts to him; Able to doe thee--

_Hub._ Come, come, leave your prating.

_Hem._ If thou dar'st but try.

_Hub._ I thank you heartily, you will be The first man that will hang me, a sweet recompence, I could do, but I do not say I will, To any honest fellow that would think on't, And be a benefactor.

_Hem._ If it be not recompenc'd, and to thy own desires, If within these ten days I do not make thee--

_Hub._ What, a false knave!

_Hem._ Prethee, prethee conceive me [rightly], any thing Of profit or of place that may advance thee.

_Hub._ Why what a Goosecap would'st thou make me, Do not I know that men in misery will promise Any thing, more than their lives can reach at?

_Hem._ Believe me Huntsman, There shall not one short syllable That comes from me, pa.s.s Without its full performance.

_Hub._ Say you so Sir?

Have ye e're a good place for my quality?

_Hem._ A thousand Chases, Forests, Parks: I'le make thee Chief ranger over all the games.

_Hub._ When?

_Hem._ Presently.

_Hub._ This may provoke me: and yet to prove a knave too.

_Hem._ 'Tis to prove honest: 'tis to do good service, Service for him thou art sworn to, for thy Prince, Then for thy self that good; what fool would live here, Poor, and in misery, subject to all dangers, Law, and lewd people can inflict, when bravely And to himself he may be law and credit?

_Hub._ Shall I believe thee?

_Hem._ As that thou holdst most holy.

_Hub._ Ye may play tricks.