_Flo._ In descent Or borrowed glories from dead Ancestors, But for her beauty, chastity, and all vertues Ever remembred in the best of women, A Monarch might receive from her, not give, Though she were his Crowns purchase; in this only Be an indulgent Father: in all else, Use your authority. _Enter_ Hubert, Hemskirk, Wolfort, Bertha, _and_ Souldiers. _Hub._ Sir, here be two of 'em, The Father and the Son, the rest you shall have As fast as I can rouze them. _Ger._ Who's this? _Wolfort_? _Wol._ I Criple, your feigned crutches will not help you, Nor patch'd disguise that hath so long conceal'd you, It's now no halting: I must here find _Gerrard_, And in this Merchants habit, one call'd _Florez_ Who would be an Earl. _Ger._ And is, wert thou a subject. _Flo._ Is this that Traitor _Wolfort_? _Wol._ Yes, but you Are they that are betrai'd: _Hemskirk_. _Ber._ My _Goswin_ Turn'd Prince? O I am poorer by this greatness, Than all my former jealousies or misfortunes. _Florez._ _Gertrude_? _Wol._ Stay Sir, you were to day too near her, You must no more aim at those easie accesses, Less you can do't in air, without a head, Which shall be suddenly tri'd. _Ber._ O take my heart, first, And since I cannot hope now to enjoy him, Let me but fall a part of his glad ransom. _Wol._ You know not your own value, that entreat. _Ger._ So proud a fiend as _Wolfort_. _Wol._ For so lost A thing as _Florez_. _Flo._ And that would be so Rather than she should stoop again to thee; There is no death, but's sweeter than all life, When _Wolfort_ is to give it: O my _Gertrude_, It is not that, nor Princedom that I goe from, It is from thee, that loss includeth all. _Wol._ I, if my young Prince knew his loss, he would say so, Which that he yet may chew on, I will tell him This is no _Gertrude_, nor no _Hemskirks_ Niece, Nor _Vandunks_ Daughter: this is _Bertha_, _Bertha_, The heir of _Brabant_, she that caus'd the war, Whom I did steal, during my treaty there, In your minority, to raise my self; I then fore-seeing 'twould beget a quarel, That, a necessity of my employment, The same employment, make me master of strength, That strength, the Lord of _Flanders_, so of _Brabant_, By marrying her: which had not been to doe Sir, She come of years, but that the expectation First of her Fathers death, retarded it, And since the standing out of _Bruges_, where _Hemskirk_ had hid her, till she was near lost: But Sir, we have recover'd her: your Merchantship May break, for this was one of your best bottoms I think. _Ger._ Insolent Devil! _Enter_ Hubert, with Jaqueline, Ginks, _and_ Costin. _Wol._ Who are these, _Hemskirk_? _Hem._ More, more, Sir. _Flo._ How they triumph in their treachery! _Hem._ Lord _Arnold_ of _Benthusin_, this Lord _Costin_, This _Jaqueline_ the sister unto _Florez_.