[_Strikes him._
_Gos._ Nay, I do love no blows, Sir, there's exchange.
_Hub._ Hold, Sir. (_He gets_ Hemskirks _sword and cuts him on the head._
_Mar._ O murther.
_Ger._ Help my _Goswin_.
_Mar._ Man.
_Van._ Let 'em alone; my life for one.
_Gos._ Nay come,
If you have will.
_Hub._ None to offend you, I, Sir.
_Gos._ He that had, thank himself: not hand her? yes Sir,
And clasp her, and embrace her; and (would she
Now go with me) bear her through all her Race,
Her Father, Brethren, and her Uncles, arm'd,
And all their Nephews, though they stood a wood
Of Pikes, and wall of Canon: kiss me _Gertrude_,
Quake not, but kiss me.
_Van._ Kiss him, Girl, I bid you;
My Merchant Royal; fear no Uncles: hang 'em,
Hang up all Uncles: Are not we in _Bruges_?
Under the Rose here?
_Gos._ In this circle, Love,
Thou art as safe, as in a Tower of Brass;
Let such as do wrong, fear.
_Van._ I, that's good,
Let _Wolfort_ look to that.
_Gos._ Sir, here she stands,
Your Niece, and my beloved. One of these titles
She must apply to; if unto the last,
Not all the anger can be sent unto her,
In frown, or voyce, or other art, shall force her,
Had _Hercules_ a hand in't: Come, my Joy,
Say thou art mine, aloud Love, and profess it.
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