Here fail me not, for if I live I'le fit ye.
_Gos._ How fain I would believe thee!
_Ger._ If I ly Master,
Believe no man hereafter.
_Gos._ I will try thee,
But he knows, that knows all.
_Ger._ Know me to morrow,
And if I know not how to cure ye, kill me;
So pass in peace, my best, my worthiest Master. [_Exeunt._
SCENA III.
_Enter_ Hubert, _like a Huntsman._
_Hub._ Thus have I stoln away disguiz'd from _Hemskirk_
To try these people, for my heart yet tells me
Some of these Beggars, are the men I look for:
Appearing like my self, they have no reason
(Though my intent is fair, my main end honest)
But to avoid me narrowly, that face too,
That womans face, how near it is! O may it
But prove the same, and fortune how I'le bless thee!
Thus, sure they cannot know me, or suspect me,
If to my habit I but change my nature;
As I must do; this is the wood they live in,
A place fit for concealment: where, till fortune
Crown me with that I seek, I'le live amongst 'em. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Higgen, Prigg, Ferret, Ginks, _and
the rest of the_ Boors.
_Hig._ Come bring 'em out, for here we sit in justice:
Give to each one a cudgel, a good cudgel:
And now attend your sentence.
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