_Hem._ Well Sir,
You shall not be long troubled: draw.
_Gos._ 'Tis done Sir,
And now have at ye.
_Hem._ Now.
_Enter_ Boors.
_Gos._ Betray'd to Villains!
Slaves ye shall buy me bravely,
And thou base coward.
_Enter_ Gerrard _and_ Beggars.
_Ger._ Now upon 'em bravely,
Conjure 'em soundly Boys.
_Boors._ Hold, hold.
_Ger._ Lay on still,
Down with that Gentleman rogue, swinge him to sirrup.
Retire Sir, and take Breath: follow, and take him,
Take all, 'tis lawful prize.
_Boors._ We yield.
_Ger._ Down with 'em
Into the Wood, and rifle 'em, tew 'em, swinge 'em,
Knock me their brains into their Breeches. [_Exeunt._
_Boors._ Hold, hold.
_Gos._ What these men are I know not, nor for what cause
They shou'd thus thrust themselves into my danger,
Can I imagine. But sure Heavens hand was in't!
Nor why this coward Knave should deal so basely
To eat me up with Slaves: but Heaven I thank thee,
I hope thou hast reserv'd me to an end
Fit for thy creature, and worthy of thine honour:
Would all my other dangers here had suffered,
With what a joyful heart should I go home then?
Where now, Heaven knows, like him that waits his sentence,
Or hears his passing Bell; but there's my hope still.
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