_ Earl _Florez_ is right heir, and this same _Wolfort_
Under the Rose I speak it--
_Hub._ Very hardly.
_Van-d._ Usurps: and a rank Traitor, as ever breath'd,
And all that do uphold him. Let me goe,
No man shall hold me, that upholds him;
Do you uphold him?
_Hub._ No.
_Van._ Then hold me up. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Goswin, _and_ Hemskirk.
_Hem._ Sir, I presume, you have a sword of your own,
That can so handle anothers.
_Gos._ Faith you may Sir.
_Hem._ And ye have made me have so much better thoughts of you
As I am bound to call you forth.
_Gos._ For what Sir?
_Hem._ To the repairing of mine honour, and hurt here.
_Gos._ Express your way.
_Hem._ By fight, and speedily.
_Gos._ You have your will: Require you any more?
_Hem._ That you be secret: and come single.
_Gos._ I will.
_Hem._ As you are the Gentleman you would be thought.
_Gos._ Without the Conjuration: and I'le bring
Only my sword, which I will fit to yours,
I'le take his length within.
_Hem._ Your place now Sir?
_Gos._ By the Sand-hills.
_Hem._ Sir, nearer to the woods,
If you thought so, were fitter.
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