Ger. I cannot blame your grief Sir.

Gos. Now, what say’st thou?

Ger. I say you should not shrink, for he that gave ye, Can give you more; his power can bring ye off Sir, When friends and all forsake ye, yet he sees you.

Gos. There’s all my hope.

Ger. Hope still Sir, are you ty’d Within the compass of a day, good Master, To pay this mass of mony?

Gos. Ev’n to morrow:  But why do I stand mocking of my misery?  Is’t not enough the floods, and friends forget me?

Ger. Will no less serve?

Gos. What if it would?

Ger. Your patience,
I do not ask to mock ye:  ’tis a great sum,
A sum for mighty men to start and stick at;
But not for honest:  have ye no friends left ye,
None that have felt your bounty? worth this duty?

Gos. Duty? thou knowst it not.

Ger. It is a duty,
And as a duty, from those men have felt ye,
Should be return’d again:  I have gain’d by ye,
A daily alms these seven years you have showr’d on me,
Will half supply your want.

Gos. Why do’st thou fool me?  Can’st thou work miracles?

Ger. To save my Master, I can work this.

Gos. Thou wilt make me angry with thee.

Ger. For doing good?

Gos. What power hast thou?

Ger. Enquire not:  So I can do it, to preserve my Master; Nay if it be three parts.

Gos. O that I had it, But good Clause, talk no more, I feel thy charity, As thou hast felt mine:  but alas!

Ger. Distrust not,
’Tis that that quenches ye:  pull up your Spirit,
Your good, your honest, and your noble Spirit;
For if the fortunes of ten thousand people
Can save ye, rest assur’d; you have forgot Sir,
The good ye did, which was the power you gave me;
Ye shall now know the King of Beggars treasure: 
And let the winds blow as they list, the Seas roar,
Yet, here to morrow, you shall find your harbour. 
Here fail me not, for if I live I’le fit ye.

Gos. How fain I would believe thee!

Ger. If I ly Master, Believe no man hereafter.

Gos. I will try thee, But he knows, that knows all.

Ger. Know me to morrow, And if I know not how to cure ye, kill me; So pass in peace, my best, my worthiest Master. [Exeunt.

SCENA III.

Enter Hubert, like a Huntsman.