_Hub._ And I'll deserve it treble: what horse ha' you?
_Woolf._ A hundred. That's well: ready to take
Upon surprise of 'em.
_Hem._ Yes.
_Hub._ Divide then
Your force into five Squadrons; for there are
So many out-lets, ways through the wood
That issue from the place where they are lodg'd:
Five several ways, of all which Passages,
We must possess our selves, to round 'em in;
For by one starting hole they'll all escape else:
I and 4. Boors here to me will be guides,
The Squadron where you are, my self will lead:
And that they may be more secure, I'll use
My wonted whoops, and hollows, as I were
A hunting for 'em; which will make them rest
Careless of any noise, and be a direction
To the other guides, how we approach 'em still.
_Woolf._ 'Tis order'd well, and relisheth the Souldier;
Make the division _Hemskirk_; you are my charge,
Fair One, I'll look to you.
_Boo._ Shall no body need
To look to me? I'll look unto my self.
_Hub._ 'Tis but this, remember.
_Hig._ Say, 'tis done, Boy. [_Exeunt._
SCENA II.
_Enter_ Gerrard _and_ Florez.
_Ger._ By this time Sir I hope you want no reasons
Why I broke off your marriage, for though I
Should as a Subject study you my Prince
In things indifferent, it will not therefore
Discredit you, to acknowledge me your Father,
By harkning to my necessary counsels.
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