_Hub._ I understand no word he says; how long Has she been here? _Snap._ Lo-lo-long enough to be ni-ni-nigled, and she ha' go-go-go-good luck. _Hub._ I must be better inform'd, than by this way. Here was another face too, that I mark'd Of 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. _Hem._ What mean you Sir, To stay there with that stammerer? _Hub._ Farewell friend,-- It will be worth return, to search: Come, Protect us our disguise now, pre'thee _Hemskirk_ If we be taken, how do'st thou imagine This town will use us, that hath stood so long Out against _Wolfort_? _Hem._ Ev'n to hang us forth Upon their walls a sunning, to make Crows meat, If I were not assur'd o' the _Burgomaster_, And had a pretty excuse to see a niece there, I should scarce venture. _Hub._ Come 'tis now too late To look back at the ports: good luck, and enter. [_Exeunt._ SCENA II. _Enter_ Goswin. _Gos._ Still blow'st thou there? and from all other parts, Do all my agents sleep, that nothing comes? There's a conspiracy of windes, 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 returns. _Enter_ Merchants. _1 Mer._ 'Save you Sir. _Gos._ 'Save you. _1 Mer._ No news yet o' your Ships? _Gos._ Not any yet Sir. _1 Mer._ 'Tis strange. [_Exit._ _Gos._ 'Tis true Sir: what a voyce was here now? This was one passing bell, a thousand ravens Sung in that man now, to presage my ruins. _2 Mer._ _Goswin_, good day, these winds are very constant. _Gos._ They are so Sir; to hurt-- _2 Mer._ Ha' you had no letters Lately from _England_, nor from _Denmark_? _Gos._ Neither. _2 Mer._ This wind brings them; nor no news over land, Through _Spain_, from the _Straights_? _Gos._ Not any. _2 Mer._ I am sorry Sir. [_Exit._ _Gos._ They talk me down: and as 'tis said of Vulturs They scent a field fought, and do smell the carkasses By 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 my own adventure, here at home, Of my chast love, to keep me worthy of her, It shall be put in scale 'gainst all ill fortunes: I am not broken yet: nor should I fall, Me thinks with less than that, that ruins all. [_Exit._ SCENA III. _Enter_ Van-dunck, Hubert, Hemskirk, _and_ Margaret, Boors. _Van._ Captain, you are welcom; so is this your friend Most safely welcom, though our Town stand out Against your Master, you shall find good quarter: The troth is, we not love him: _Margaret_ some wine, Let's talk a little treason, if we can Talk treason, 'gainst the traitors; by your leave, Gentlemen, We, here in _Bruges_, think he do's usurp, And therefore I am bold with him.