_Hem._ What mean you Sir,
To stay there with that stammerer?
_Hub._ Farewell friend,--
It will be worth return, to search: Come,
Protect us our disguise now, pre'thee _Hemskirk_
If we be taken, how do'st thou imagine
This town will use us, that hath stood so long
Out against _Wolfort_?
_Hem._ Ev'n to hang us forth
Upon their walls a sunning, to make Crows meat,
If I were not assur'd o' the _Burgomaster_,
And had a pretty excuse to see a niece there,
I should scarce venture.
_Hub._ Come 'tis now too late
To look back at the ports: good luck, and enter. [_Exeunt._
SCENA II.
_Enter_ Goswin.
_Gos._ Still blow'st thou there? and from all other parts,
Do all my agents sleep, that nothing comes?
There's a conspiracy of windes, and servants,
If not of Elements, to ha' me break;
What should I think unless the Seas, and Sands
Had swallow'd up my ships? or fire had spoil'd
My ware-houses? or death devour'd my Factors?
I must ha' had some returns.
_Enter_ Merchants.
_1 Mer._ 'Save you Sir.
_Gos._ 'Save you.
_1 Mer._ No news yet o' your Ships?
_Gos.
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