Hub. Divide then
Your force into five Squadrons; for there are
So many out-lets, ways through the wood
That issue from the place where they are lodg’d: 
Five several ways, of all which Passages,
We must possess our selves, to round ’em in;
For by one starting hole they’ll all escape else: 
I and 4.  Boors here to me will be guides,
The Squadron where you are, my self will lead: 
And that they may be more secure, I’ll use
My wonted whoops, and hollows, as I were
A hunting for ’em; which will make them rest
Careless of any noise, and be a direction
To the other guides, how we approach ’em still.

Woolf. ’Tis order’d well, and relisheth the Souldier; Make the division Hemskirk; you are my charge, Fair One, I’ll look to you.

Boo. Shall no body need To look to me?  I’ll look unto my self.

Hub. ’Tis but this, remember.

Hig. Say, ’tis done, Boy. [Exeunt.

SCENA II.

Enter Gerrard and Florez.

Ger. By this time Sir I hope you want no reasons
Why I broke off your marriage, for though I
Should as a Subject study you my Prince
In things indifferent, it will not therefore
Discredit you, to acknowledge me your Father,
By harkning to my necessary counsels.

Flo. Acknowledge you my Father?  Sir I do,
And may impiety, conspiring with
My other Sins, sink me, and suddenly
When I forget to pay you a Sons duty
In my obedience, and that help’d forth
With all the cheerfulness.

Ger. I pray you rise,
And may those powers that see and love this in you,
Reward you for it:  Taught by your example
Having receiv’d the rights due to a Father,
I tender you th’ allegeance of a Subject: 
Which as my Prince accept of.

Flo. Kneel to me? 
May mountains first fall down beneath their valleys,
And fire no more mount upwards, when I suffer
An act in nature so preposterous;
I must o’ercome in this, in all things else
The victory be yours:  could you here read me,
You should perceive how all my faculties
Triumph in my blest fate, to be found yours;
I am your son, your son Sir, and am prouder
To be so, to the Father, to such goodness
(Which heaven be pleas’d, I may inherit from you)
Than I shall ever of those specious titles
That plead for my succession in the Earldom
(Did I possess it now) left by my Mother.

Ger. I do believe it:  but—­

Flo. O my lov’d Father,
Before I knew you were so, by instinct,
Nature had taught me, to look on your wants,
Not as a stranger’s:  and I know not how,
What you call’d charity, I thought the payment
Of some religious debt, nature stood bound for;
And last of all, when your magnificent bounty
In my low ebb of fortune, had brought in
A flood of blessings, though my threatning wants
And fear of their effects, still kept me stupid,
I soon found out, it was no common pity
That led you to it.