_Hub._ I thank you heartily, you will be
The first man that will hang me, a sweet recompence,
I could do, but I do not say I will,
To any honest fellow that would think on't,
And be a benefactor.
_Hem._ If it be not recompenc'd, and to thy own desires,
If within these ten days I do not make thee--
_Hub._ What, a false knave!
_Hem._ Prethee, prethee conceive me [rightly], any thing
Of profit or of place that may advance thee.
_Hub._ Why what a Goosecap would'st thou make me,
Do not I know that men in misery will promise
Any thing, more than their lives can reach at?
_Hem._ Believe me Huntsman,
There shall not one short syllable
That comes from me, pass
Without its full performance.
_Hub._ Say you so Sir?
Have ye e're a good place for my quality?
_Hem._ A thousand Chases, Forests, Parks: I'le make thee
Chief ranger over all the games.
_Hub._ When?
_Hem._ Presently.
_Hub._ This may provoke me: and yet to prove a knave too.
_Hem._ 'Tis to prove honest: 'tis to do good service,
Service for him thou art sworn to, for thy Prince,
Then for thy self that good; what fool would live here,
Poor, and in misery, subject to all dangers,
Law, and lewd people can inflict, when bravely
And to himself he may be law and credit?
_Hub.
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