_Flo._ In descent
Or borrowed glories from dead Ancestors,
But for her beauty, chastity, and all vertues
Ever remembred in the best of women,
A Monarch might receive from her, not give,
Though she were his Crowns purchase; in this only
Be an indulgent Father: in all else,
Use your authority.
_Enter_ Hubert, Hemskirk, Wolfort,
Bertha, _and_ Souldiers.
_Hub._ Sir, here be two of 'em,
The Father and the Son, the rest you shall have
As fast as I can rouze them.
_Ger._ Who's this? _Wolfort_?
_Wol._ I Criple, your feigned crutches will not help you,
Nor patch'd disguise that hath so long conceal'd you,
It's now no halting: I must here find _Gerrard_,
And in this Merchants habit, one call'd _Florez_
Who would be an Earl.
_Ger._ And is, wert thou a subject.
_Flo._ Is this that Traitor _Wolfort_?
_Wol._ Yes, but you
Are they that are betrai'd: _Hemskirk_.
_Ber._ My _Goswin_
Turn'd Prince? O I am poorer by this greatness,
Than all my former jealousies or misfortunes.
_Florez._ _Gertrude_?
_Wol._ Stay Sir, you were to day too near her,
You must no more aim at those easie accesses,
Less you can do't in air, without a head,
Which shall be suddenly tri'd.
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