_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 a mile hence, by the Chase side, Under the row of Oaks; 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 B._ Beware the Jugler. _Hem._ If he resist, down with him, have no mercy. _1 B._ I warrant you, we'll hamper him. _Hem._ To discharge you, I have a Warrant here about me. _3 B._ Here's our Warrant, This carries fire i'th' Tail. _Hem._ Away with me then, The time draws on, I must remove so insolent a Suitor, And if he be so rich, make him pay ransome Ere he see _Bruges_ Towers again. Thus wise men Repair the hurts they take by a disgrace, And piece the Lions 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 Boys, And lose no time. _Ger._ Away with all our haste too. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Enter_ Goswin. _Gos._ No wind blow fair yet? no return of moneys? Letters? nor any thing to hold my hopes up? Why then 'tis destin'd, that I fall, fall miserably! My credit I was built on, sinking with me. Thou boystrous North-wind, blowing my misfortunes, And frosting all my hopes to cakes of coldness; Yet stay thy fury; give the gentle South Yet leave to court those sails that bring me safety, And you auspicious fires, bright twins in heaven Daunce on the shrowds; he blows still stubbornly, And on his boystrous Rack rides my sad ruin; 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 strength thou strik'st us; My vertuous Love is lost too: all, what I have been, No more hereafter to be seen than shadow; To prison now? well, yet there's this hope left me; I may sink fairly under this days venture, And so to morrow's cross'd, and all those curses: Yet manly I'll invite my Fate, base fortune Shall never say, she has cut my throat in fear. This is the place his challenge call'd me to, And was a happy one at this time for me, For let me fall before my Foe i'th' field, And not at Bar, before my Creditors; H'as kept his word: now Sir, your swords tongue only Loud as you dare, all other language-- _Enter_ Hemskirke. _Hem._ Well Sir, You shall not be long troubled: draw. _Gos._ 'Tis done Sir, And now have at ye. _Hem._ Now. _Enter_ Boors. _Gos._ Betray'd to Villains! Slaves ye shall buy me bravely, And thou base coward. _Enter_ Gerrard _and_ Beggars. _Ger._ Now upon 'em bravely, Conjure 'em soundly Boys. _Boors._ Hold, hold. _Ger._ Lay on still, Down with that Gentleman rogue, swinge him to sirrup. Retire Sir, and take Breath: follow, and take him, Take all, 'tis lawful prize. _Boors._ We yield.