_Ger._ Insolent Devil!
_Enter_ Hubert, with Jaqueline, Ginks,
_and_ Costin.
_Wol._ Who are these, _Hemskirk_?
_Hem._ More, more, Sir.
_Flo._ How they triumph in their treachery!
_Hem._ Lord _Arnold_ of _Benthusin_, this Lord _Costin_,
This _Jaqueline_ the sister unto _Florez_.
_Wol._ All found? why here's brave game, this was sport royall,
And puts me in thought of a new kind of death for 'em.
Hunts-man, your horn: first wind me _Florez_ fall,
Next _Gerrards_, then his Daughter _Jaquelins_,
Those rascals, they shall dye without their rights:
Hang 'em _Hemskirk_ on these trees; I'le take
The assay of these my self.
_Hub._ Not here my Lord,
Let 'em be broken up upon a scaffold,
'Twill shew the better when their arbour's made.
_Ger._ Wretch, art thou not content thou hast betrai'd us,
But mock us too?
_Ginks._ False _Hubert_, this is monstrous.
_Wol._ _Hubert_?
_Hem._ Who, this?
_Ger._ Yes this is _Hubert_, _Wolfort_,
I hope he has helpt himself to a tree.
_Wol._ The first,
The first of any, and most glad I have you Sir,
I let you goe before, but for a train;
Is't you have done this service?
_Hub.
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