_Hem._ Yes Sir, and this adds trust Unto the fellow our guide, who assur'd me _Florez_ Liv'd in some Merchants shape, as _Gerrard_ did I' the old Beggars, and that he would use Him for the train, to call the other forth; All which we find is done--That's he again-- [_Holla again._ _Woolf._ Good, we sent out to meet him. _Hem._ Here's the Oak. _Ger._ I am miserably lost, thus faln Into my Uncles hands from all my hopes, Can I not think away my self and dye? _Enter_ Hubert, Higgen, Prig, Ferret, Snap, Ginks _like_ Boors. _Hub._ I like your habits well: they are safe, stand close. _Hig._ But what's the action we are for now? Ha! Robbing a Ripper of his Fish. _Prig._ Or taking A Poulterer Prisoner, without ransome, Bullyes? _Hig._ Or cutting off a Convoy of Butter? _Fer._ Or surprizing a Boors ken, for granting cheats! _Prig._ Or cackling Cheats? _Hig._ Or Mergery-praters, Rogers, And Tibs o'th' Buttery? _Prig._ O I could drive a Regiment Of Geese afore me, such a night as this, Ten Leagues with my Hat and Staff, and not a hiss Heard, nor a wing of my Troops disordered. _Hig._ Tell us, If it be milling of a lag of duds, The fetching of a back of cloaths or so; We are horribly out of linnen. _Hub._ No such matter. _Hig._ Let me alone with the Farmers dog, If you have a mind to the cheese-loft; 'tis but thus, And he is a silenc'd Mastiff, during pleasure. _Hub._ Would it would please you to be silent. _Hig._ Mum. _Woolf._ Who's there? _Hub._ A friend, the Hunts-man. _Hem._ O 'tis he. _Hub._ I have kept touch Sir, which is the Earl of these? Will he know a man now? _Hem._ This my Lord's the Friend, Hath undertook the service. _Hub._ If't be worth His Lordships thanks anon, when 'tis done Lording, I'll look for't, a rude Wood-man, I know how to pitch my toils, drive in my game: And I have don't, both _Florez_ and his Father Old _Gerrard_, with Lord _Arnold_ of _Benthuisen_, _Cozen_, and _Jaculin_, young _Florez_'s Sister: I have 'em all. _Woolf._ Thou speak'st too much, too happy, To carry faith with it. _Hub._ I can bring you Where you shall see, and find 'em. _Woolf._ We will double What ever _Hemskirk_ then hath promis'd thee. _Hub._ And I'll deserve it treble: what horse ha' you? _Woolf._ A hundred. That's well: ready to take Upon surprise of 'em. _Hem._ Yes. _Hub._ Divide then Your force into five Squadrons; for there are So many out-lets, ways through the wood That issue from the place where they are lodg'd: Five several ways, of all which Passages, We must possess our selves, to round 'em in; For by one starting hole they'll all escape else: I and 4. Boors here to me will be guides, The Squadron where you are, my self will lead: And that they may be more secure, I'll use My wonted whoops, and hollows, as I were A hunting for 'em; which will make them rest Careless of any noise, and be a direction To the other guides, how we approach 'em still.