Hub. May a poor huntsman, with a merry heart,
A voice shall make the forest ring about him,
Get leave to live amongst ye? true as steel, boyes? 
That knows all chases, and can watch all hours,
And with my quarter staff, though the Devil bid stand,
Deal such an alms, shall make him roar again? 
Prick ye the fearfull hare through cross waves, sheep-walks,
And force the crafty Reynard climb the quicksetts;
Rouse ye the lofty Stag, and with my bell-horn,
Ring him a knel, that all the woods shall mourn him,
’Till in his funeral tears, he fall before me? 
The Polcat, Marterne, and the rich skin’d Lucerne
I know to chase, the Roe, the wind out-stripping
Isgrin himself, in all his bloody anger
I can beat from the bay, and the wild Sounder
Single, and with my arm’d staff, turn the Boar,
Spight of his foamy tushes, and thus strike him;
’Till he fall down my feast.

Ger. A goodly fellow.

Hub. What mak’st thee here, ha? [aside.

Ger. We accept thy fellowship.

Hub. Hemskirk, thou art not right I fear, I fear thee. [aside.

Enter Ferret, with a Letter.

Fer. Here is the paper:  and as he said we found it.

Ger. Give me it, I shall make a shift yet, old as I am,
To find your knavery:  you are sent here, Sirra,
To discover certain Gentlemen, a spy-knave,
And if ye find ’em, if not by perswasion
To bring ’em back, by poyson to despatch ’em.

Hub. By poyson, ha?

Ger. Here is another, Hubert; What is that Hubert Sir?

Hem. You may perceive there.

Ger. I may perceive a villany and a rank one, Was he joyn’d partner of thy knavery?

Hem. No.  He had an honest end, would I had had so, Which makes him scape such cut-throats.

Ger. So it seems.  For here thou art commanded, when that Hubert Has done his best and worthiest service, this way To cut his throat, for here he’s set down dangerous.

Hub. This is most impious.

Ger. I am glad we have found ye, Is not this true?

Hem. Yes; what are you the better?

Ger. You shall perceive Sir, ere you get your freedom:  Take him aside, and friend, we take thee to us, Into our company, thou dar’st be true unto us?

Hig. I, and obedient too?

Hub. As you had bred me.

Ger. Then take our hand:  thou art now a servant to us, Welcom him all.

Hig. Stand off, stand off:  I’le do it,
We bid ye welcom three wayes; first for your person,
Which is a promising person, next for your quality,
Which is a decent, and a gentle quality,
Last for the frequent means you have to feed us,
You can steal ’tis to be presum’d.