_Prig._ Yes, and run their heads
Against trees.
_Hig._ 'Tis Captain _Prig_, Sir.
_Prig._ And Coronel _Higgen_.
_Hig._ We have fill'd a pit with your people, some with leggs,
Some with arms broken, and a neck or two
I think be loose.
_Prig._ The rest too, that escap'd,
Are not yet out o'the briars,
_Hig._ And your horses, Sir,
Are well set up in _Bruges_ all by this time:
You look as you were not well Sir, and would be
Shortly let blood; do you want a scarf?
_Van-d._ A halter.
_Ger._ 'Twas like your self, honest, and noble _Hubert_:
Can'st thou behold these mirrors all together,
Of thy long, false, and bloody usurpation?
Thy tyrrannous proscription, and fresh treason:
And not so see thy self, as to fall down
And sinking, force a grave, with thine own guilt,
As deep as hell, to cover thee and it?
_Wol._ No, I can stand: and praise the toyles that took me
And laughing in them dye, they were brave snares.
_Flo._ 'Twere truer valour, if thou durst repent
The wrongs th' hast done, and live.
_Wol._ Who, I repent?
And say I am sorry? yes, 'tis the fool's language
And not for _Wolfort_.
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