Hem. ’Tis done now, Ask no more of it; I must suffer. [Exit Hemskirk.

Hub. This
Is still the punishment of rashness, sorrow. 
Well; I must to the woods, for nothing here
Will be got out.  There, I may chance to learn
Somewhat to help my enquiries further.

Van. Ha?  A Looking-glass?

Hub. How now, brave Burgomaster?

Van. I love no Wolforts, and my name’s Vandunk,

Hub. Van drunk it’s rather:  come, go sleep within.

Van. Earl Florez is right heir, and this same Wolfort Under the Rose I speak it—­

Hub. Very hardly.

Van-d. Usurps:  and a rank Traitor, as ever breath’d,
And all that do uphold him.  Let me goe,
No man shall hold me, that upholds him;
Do you uphold him?

Hub. No.

Van. Then hold me up. [Exeunt.

Enter Goswin, and Hemskirk.

Hem. Sir, I presume, you have a sword of your own, That can so handle anothers.

Gos. Faith you may Sir.

Hem. And ye have made me have so much better thoughts of you As I am bound to call you forth.

Gos. For what Sir?

Hem. To the repairing of mine honour, and hurt here.

Gos. Express your way.

Hem. By fight, and speedily.

Gos. You have your will:  Require you any more?

Hem. That you be secret:  and come single.

Gos. I will.

Hem. As you are the Gentleman you would be thought.

Gos. Without the Conjuration:  and I’le bring Only my sword, which I will fit to yours, I’le take his length within.

Hem. Your place now Sir?

Gos. By the Sand-hills.

Hem. Sir, nearer to the woods, If you thought so, were fitter.

Gos. There, then.

Hem. Good.  Your time?

Gos. ’Twixt seven and eight.

Hem. You’l give me Sir Cause to report you worthy of my Niece, If you come, like your promise.

Gos. If I do not, Let no man think to call me unworthy first, I’le do’t my self, and justly wish to want her.—­ [Exeunt.

ACTUS TERTIUS.  SCENA PRIMA.

Enter three or four Boors.

1 B. Come, English beer Hostess, English beer by th’ belly.

2 B. Stark beer boy, stout and strong beer:  so, sit down Lads,
And drink me upsey-Dutch: 
Frolick, and fear not.

Enter Higgen like a Sow-gelder, singing.