_Wol._ All found? why here's brave game, this was sport royall, And puts me in thought of a new kind of death for 'em. Hunts-man, your horn: first wind me _Florez_ fall, Next _Gerrards_, then his Daughter _Jaquelins_, Those rascals, they shall dye without their rights: Hang 'em _Hemskirk_ on these trees; I'le take The assay of these my self. _Hub._ Not here my Lord, Let 'em be broken up upon a scaffold, 'Twill shew the better when their arbour's made. _Ger._ Wretch, art thou not content thou hast betrai'd us, But mock us too? _Ginks._ False _Hubert_, this is monstrous. _Wol._ _Hubert_? _Hem._ Who, this? _Ger._ Yes this is _Hubert_, _Wolfort_, I hope he has helpt himself to a tree. _Wol._ The first, The first of any, and most glad I have you Sir, I let you goe before, but for a train; Is't you have done this service? _Hub._ As your Hunts-man, But now as _Hubert_; save your selves, I will, The _Wolf's_ afoot, let slip; kill, kill, kill, kill. _Enter with a drum_ Van-dunk, Merchants, Higgen, Prig, Ferret, Snap. _Wol._ Betray'd? _Hub._ No, but well catch'd: and I the Huntsman. _Van-d._ How do you _Wolfort_? Rascal, good knave _Wolfort_, I speak it now without the Rose, and _Hemskirk_, Rogue _Hemskirk_, you that have no niece, this Lady Was stoln by you, and ta'ne by you, and now Resign'd by me, to the right owner here: Take her my Prince. _Flo._ Can this be possible, Welcom my love, my sweet, my worthy love. _Van-d._ I ha' giv'n you her twice: now keep her better, and thank Lord _Hubert_, that came to me in _Gerrards_ name, And got me out, with my brave Boyes, to march Like _Caesar_, when he bred his Commentaries, So I, to bread my Chronicle, came forth _Caesar Van-dunk_, & _veni, vidi, vici_, Give me my Bottle, and set down the drum; You had your tricks Sir, had you? we ha' tricks too, You stole the Lady? _Hig._ And we led your Squadrons, Where they ha' scratch'd their leggs a little, with brambles, If not their faces. _Prig._ Yes, and run their heads Against trees. _Hig._ 'Tis Captain _Prig_, Sir. _Prig._ And Coronel _Higgen_. _Hig._ We have fill'd a pit with your people, some with leggs, Some with arms broken, and a neck or two I think be loose. _Prig._ The rest too, that escap'd, Are not yet out o'the briars, _Hig._ And your horses, Sir, Are well set up in _Bruges_ all by this time: You look as you were not well Sir, and would be Shortly let blood; do you want a scarf? _Van-d._ A halter. _Ger._ 'Twas like your self, honest, and noble _Hubert_: Can'st thou behold these mirrors all together, Of thy long, false, and bloody usurpation? Thy tyrrannous proscription, and fresh treason: And not so see thy self, as to fall down And sinking, force a grave, with thine own guilt, As deep as hell, to cover thee and it? _Wol._ No, I can stand: and praise the toyles that took me And laughing in them dye, they were brave snares. _Flo._ 'Twere truer valour, if thou durst repent The wrongs th' hast done, and live.