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"Beggars Bush From the Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher (Volume 2 of 10)"


She'I hug thee, sirrah.
_Gos._ I long to see it,
I had forgot you: there's for you my friends:
You had but heavy burthens; commend my love
To my best love, all the love I have
To honest _Clause_, shortly I will thank him better. [_Exit._
_Hig._ By the mass a royal Merchant,
Gold by the handfull, here will be sport soon, _Prig._
_Prig._ It partly seems so, and here will I be in a trice.
_Hig._ And I boy,
Away apace, we are look'd for.
_Prig._ Oh these bak'd meats,
Me thinks I smell them hither.
_Hig._ Thy mouth waters. [_Exeunt._


SCENA IV.

_Enter_ Hubert, _and_ Hemskirk.
_Hub._ I Must not.
_Hem._ Why? 'tis in thy power to do it, and in mine
To reward thee to thy wishes.
_Hub._ I dare not, nor I will not.
_Hem._ Gentle Huntsman,
Though thou hast kept me hard: though in thy duty,
Which is requir'd to do it, th' hast used me stubbornly;
I can forgive thee freely.
_Hub._ You the Earls servant?
_Hem._ I swear I am near as his own thoughts to him;
Able to doe thee--
_Hub._ Come, come, leave your prating.
_Hem._ If thou dar'st but try.


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