Hem. I swear I am near as his own thoughts to him; Able to doe thee—­

Hub. Come, come, leave your prating.

Hem. If thou dar’st but try.

Hub. I thank you heartily, you will be
The first man that will hang me, a sweet recompence,
I could do, but I do not say I will,
To any honest fellow that would think on’t,
And be a benefactor.

Hem. If it be not recompenc’d, and to thy own desires, If within these ten days I do not make thee—­

Hub. What, a false knave!

Hem. Prethee, prethee conceive me [rightly], any thing Of profit or of place that may advance thee.

Hub. Why what a Goosecap would’st thou make me, Do not I know that men in misery will promise Any thing, more than their lives can reach at?

Hem. Believe me Huntsman,
There shall not one short syllable
That comes from me, pass
Without its full performance.

Hub. Say you so Sir?  Have ye e’re a good place for my quality?

Hem. A thousand Chases, Forests, Parks:  I’le make thee Chief ranger over all the games.

Hub. When?

Hem. Presently.

Hub. This may provoke me:  and yet to prove a knave too.

Hem. ’Tis to prove honest:  ’tis to do good service,
Service for him thou art sworn to, for thy Prince,
Then for thy self that good; what fool would live here,
Poor, and in misery, subject to all dangers,
Law, and lewd people can inflict, when bravely
And to himself he may be law and credit?

Hub. Shall I believe thee?

Hem. As that thou holdst most holy.

Hub. Ye may play tricks.

Hem. Then let me never live more.

Hub. Then you shall see Sir, I will do a service That shall deserve indeed.

Hem. ’Tis well said, Huntsman, And thou shall be well thought of.

Hub. I will do it:  ’tis not your setting free, for that’s meer nothing, But such a service, if the Earl be noble, He shall for ever love me.

Hem. What is’t Huntsman?

Hub. Do you know any of these people live here?

Hem. No.

Hub. You are a fool then:  here be those, to have ’em, I know the Earl so well, would make him caper.

Hem. Any of the old Lords that rebel’d?

Hub. Peace, all, I know ’em every one, and can betray ’em.

Hem. But wilt thou doe this service?

[Hub.] If you’l keep Your faith, and free word to me.

Hem. Wilt thou swear me?

Hub. No, no, I will believe ye:  more than that too, Here’s the right heir.

Hem. O honest, honest huntsman!

Hub. Now, how to get these Gallants, there’s the matter, You will be constant, ’tis no work for me else.