_Ger._ Why, thou strange timerous Sot, canst thou perceive
Any thing i'th' Bush but a poor Glo-worm?
_Bo._ It may be 'tis but a Glo-worm now, but 'twill
Grow to a Fire-drake presently.
_Ger._ Come thou from it:
I have a precious guide of you, and a courteous,
That gives me leave to lead my self the way thus.
_Bo._ It thunders, you hear that now?
_Ger._ I hear one hollow.
_Bo._ 'Tis thunder, thunder:
See, a Flash of Lightning:
Are you not blasted Mistress? pull your Mask off,
It has plaid the Barber with me here: I have lost
My Beard, my Beard, pray God you be not shaven,
'Twill spoil your Marriage Mistress.
_Ger._ What strange Wonders
Fear fancies in a Coward!
_Bo._ Now the Earth opens.
_Ger._ Prithee hold thy peace.
_Bo._ Will you on then?
_Ger._ Both love and jealousie have made me bold,
Where my Fate leads me, I must go. [_Exit._
_Bo._ God be with you then.
_Enter_ Woolfort, Hemskirk, _and_ Attendants.
_Hem._ It was the Fellow sure, he that should guide me,
The Hunts-man that did hollow us.
_Woolf._ Best make a stand,
And listen to his next: Ha!
_Hem.
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