Hem. Give ’em more drink:  there if you dare but venture When I shall give the word to seize upon him Here’s twenty pound.

3 B. Beware the Jugler.

Hem. If he resist, down with him, have no mercy.

1 B. I warrant you, we’ll hamper him.

Hem. To discharge you, I have a Warrant here about me.

3 B. Here’s our Warrant, This carries fire i’th’ Tail.

Hem. Away with me then,
The time draws on,
I must remove so insolent a Suitor,
And if he be so rich, make him pay ransome
Ere he see Bruges Towers again.  Thus wise men
Repair the hurts they take by a disgrace,
And piece the Lions skin with the Foxes case.

Ger. I am glad I have heard this sport yet.

Hem. There’s for thy drink, come pay the house within Boys, And lose no time.

Ger. Away with all our haste too. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Enter Goswin.

Gos. No wind blow fair yet? no return of moneys? 
Letters? nor any thing to hold my hopes up? 
Why then ’tis destin’d, that I fall, fall miserably! 
My credit I was built on, sinking with me. 
Thou boystrous North-wind, blowing my misfortunes,
And frosting all my hopes to cakes of coldness;
Yet stay thy fury; give the gentle South
Yet leave to court those sails that bring me safety,
And you auspicious fires, bright twins in heaven
Daunce on the shrowds; he blows still stubbornly,
And on his boystrous Rack rides my sad ruin;
There is no help, there can be now no comfort,
To morrow with the Sun-set, sets my credit. 
Oh misery! thou curse of man, thou plague,
In the midst of all our strength thou strik’st us;
My vertuous Love is lost too:  all, what I have been,
No more hereafter to be seen than shadow;
To prison now? well, yet there’s this hope left me;
I may sink fairly under this days venture,
And so to morrow’s cross’d, and all those curses: 
Yet manly I’ll invite my Fate, base fortune
Shall never say, she has cut my throat in fear. 
This is the place his challenge call’d me to,
And was a happy one at this time for me,
For let me fall before my Foe i’th’ field,
And not at Bar, before my Creditors;
H’as kept his word:  now Sir, your swords tongue only
Loud as you dare, all other language—­

Enter Hemskirke.

Hem. Well Sir, You shall not be long troubled:  draw.

Gos. ’Tis done Sir, And now have at ye.

Hem. Now.

Enter Boors.

Gos. Betray’d to Villains! 
Slaves ye shall buy me bravely,
And thou base coward.

Enter Gerrard and Beggars.

Ger. Now upon ’em bravely, Conjure ’em soundly Boys.