o be married,
Upon her venture here, you should surprise her.

_Woolf._ I begin, _Hemskirk,_ to believe my fate,
Works to my ends.

_Hem._ Yes Sir, and this adds trust
Unto the fellow our guide, who assur'd me _Florez_
Liv'd in some Merchants shape, as _Gerrard_ did
I' the old Beggars, and that he would use
Him for the train, to call the other forth;
All which we find is done--That's he again-- [_Holla again._

_Woolf._ Good, we sent out to meet him.

_Hem._ Here's the Oak.

_Ger._ I am miserably lost, thus faln
Into my Uncles hands from all my hopes,
Can I not think away my self and dye?

_Enter_ Hubert, Higgen, Prig, Ferret, Snap, Ginks _like_ Boors.

_Hub._ I like your habits well: they are safe, stand close.

_Hig._ But what's the action we are for now? Ha!
Robbing a Ripper of his Fish.

_Prig._ Or taking
A Poulterer Prisoner, without ransome, Bullyes?

_Hig._ Or cutting off a Convoy of Butter?

_Fer._ Or surprizing a Boors ken, for granting cheats!

_Prig._ Or cackling Cheats?

_Hig._ Or Mergery-praters, Rogers,
And Tibs o'th' Buttery?

_Prig._ O I could drive a Regiment
Of Geese afore me, such a night as this,
Ten Leagues with my Hat and Staff, and not a hiss
Heard, nor a wing of my Troops disordered.

_Hig._ Tell us,
If it be milling of a lag of duds,
The fetching of a back of cloaths or so;
We are horribly out of linnen.

_Hub._ No such matter.

_Hig._ Let me alone with the Farmers dog,
If you have a mind to the cheese-loft; 'tis but thus,
And he is a silenc'd Mastiff, during pleasure.

_Hub._ Would it would please you to be silent.

_Hig._ Mum.

_Woolf._ Who's there?

_Hub._ A friend, the Hunts-man.

_Hem._ O 'tis he.

_Hub._ I have kept touch Sir, which is the Earl of these?
Will he know a man now?

_Hem._ This my Lord's the Friend,
Hath undertook the service.

_Hub._ If't be worth
His Lordships thanks anon, when 'tis done
Lording, I'll look for't, a rude Wood-man,
I know how to pitch my toils, drive in my game:
And I have don't, both _Florez_ and his Father
Old _Gerrard_, with Lord _Arnold_ of _Benthuisen_,
_Cozen_, and _Jaculin_, young _Florez_'s Sister:
I have 'em all.

_Woolf._ Thou speak'st too much, too happy,
To carry faith with it.

_Hub._ I can bring you
Where you shall see, and find 'em.

_Woolf._ We will double
What ever _Hemskirk_ then hath promis'd thee.

_Hub._ And I'll deserve it treble: what horse ha' you?

_Woolf._ A hundred. That's we