_Van-d._ _Wolfort_, thou art a Devil,
And speakst his language, oh that I had my longing
Under this row of trees now would I hang him.
_Flo._ No let him live, until he can repent,
But banish'd from our State, that is thy doom.
_Van-d._ Then hang his worthy Captain here, this _Hemskirk_
For profit of th' example.
_Flo._ No let him
Enjoy his shame too: with his conscious life,
To shew how much our innocence contemns
All practice from the guiltiest, to molest us.
_Van-d._ A noble Prince.
_Ger._ Sir, you must help to join
A pair of hands, as they have done their hearts here,
And to their loves with joy.
_Flo._ As to mine own,
My gracious Sister, worthiest Brother.
_Van._ I'le go afore, and have the bon-fire made,
My fire-works, & flap dragons, and good backrack,
With a peck of little fishes, to drink down
In healths to this day.
_Hig._ 'Slight, here be changes,
The Bells ha' not so many, nor a dance, _Prig_.
_Prig._ Our Company's grown horrible thin by it,
What think you _Ferret_?
_Fer._ Marry I do think,
That we might all be Lords now, if we could stand for't.
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