_Woolf._ I begin, _Hemskirk,_ to believe my fate,
Works to my ends.
_Hem._ Yes Sir, and this adds trust
Unto the fellow our guide, who assur'd me _Florez_
Liv'd in some Merchants shape, as _Gerrard_ did
I' the old Beggars, and that he would use
Him for the train, to call the other forth;
All which we find is done--That's he again-- [_Holla again._
_Woolf._ Good, we sent out to meet him.
_Hem._ Here's the Oak.
_Ger._ I am miserably lost, thus faln
Into my Uncles hands from all my hopes,
Can I not think away my self and dye?
_Enter_ Hubert, Higgen, Prig, Ferret, Snap, Ginks _like_ Boors.
_Hub._ I like your habits well: they are safe, stand close.
_Hig._ But what's the action we are for now? Ha!
Robbing a Ripper of his Fish.
_Prig._ Or taking
A Poulterer Prisoner, without ransome, Bullyes?
_Hig._ Or cutting off a Convoy of Butter?
_Fer._ Or surprizing a Boors ken, for granting cheats!
_Prig._ Or cackling Cheats?
_Hig._ Or Mergery-praters, Rogers,
And Tibs o'th' Buttery?
_Prig._ O I could drive a Regiment
Of Geese afore me, such a night as this,
Ten Leagues with my Hat and Staff, and not a hiss
Heard, nor a wing of my Troops disordered.
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