_Ger._ Your patience, I do not ask to mock ye: 'tis 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? _Gos._ Duty? thou knowst it not. _Ger._ It is a duty, And as a duty, from those men have felt ye, Should be return'd again: I have gain'd by ye, A daily alms these seven years you have showr'd on me, Will half supply your want. _Gos._ Why do'st thou fool me? Can'st thou work miracles? _Ger._ To save my Master, I can work this. _Gos._ Thou wilt make me angry with thee. _Ger._ For doing good? _Gos._ What power hast thou? _Ger._ Enquire not: So I can do it, to preserve my Master; Nay if it be three parts. _Gos._ O that I had it, But good _Clause_, talk no more, I feel thy charity, As thou hast felt mine: but alas! _Ger._ Distrust not, 'Tis 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 list, the Seas roar, Yet, here to morrow, you shall find your harbour. Here fail me not, for if I live I'le fit ye. _Gos._ How fain I would believe thee! _Ger._ If I ly Master, Believe no man hereafter. _Gos._ I will try thee, But he knows, that knows 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._ SCENA III. _Enter_ Hubert, _like a Huntsman._ _Hub._ Thus have I stoln away disguiz'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, Prigg, Ferret, Ginks, _and the rest of the_ Boors. _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. That you are rogues, And mischievous base rascalls, (there's the point now) I take it, is confess'd. _Prig._ Deny it if you dare knaves. _Boors._ We are Rogues Sir. _Hig._ To amplify the matter then, rogues as ye are, And lamb'd ye shall be e're we leave ye. _Boors._ 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? _Boors._ Yes indeed were we. _Prig._ You shall be beaten sober. _Hig._ Was it for want you undertook it? _Boors._ Yes Sir.