_Hem._ O my head breaks. _Hig._ The best thing for the rheum 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 lyes, I'le fetch it out the finest; What pretty faces the fool 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 forest ring about him, Get leave to live amongst ye? true as steel, boyes? That knows all chases, and can watch all hours, And with my quarter staff, though the Devil bid stand, Deal such an alms, shall make him roar again? Prick ye the fearfull hare through cross waves, sheep-walks, And force the crafty Reynard climb the quicksetts; Rouse ye the lofty Stag, and with my bell-horn, Ring him a knel, 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 out-stripping _Isgrin_ himself, in all his bloody anger I can beat from the bay, and the wild Sounder Single, and with my arm'd staff, turn the Boar, Spight of his foamy tushes, and thus strike him; 'Till he fall down my feast. _Ger._ A goodly fellow. _Hub._ What mak'st thee here, ha? [_aside._ _Ger._ We accept thy fellowship. _Hub._ _Hemskirk_, thou art not right I fear, I fear thee. [_aside._ _Enter_ Ferret, _with a Letter._ _Fer._ Here 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 perswasion To bring 'em back, by poyson to despatch 'em. _Hub._ By poyson, ha? _Ger._ Here is another, _Hubert_; What is that _Hubert_ Sir? _Hem._ You may perceive there. _Ger._ I may perceive a villany and a rank one, Was he joyn'd partner of thy knavery? _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, ere you get your freedom: Take him aside, and friend, we take thee to us, Into our company, thou dar'st be true unto us? _Hig._ I, and obedient too? _Hub._ As you had bred me. _Ger._ Then take our hand: thou art now a servant to us, Welcom him all.