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I was to any.
Hub. I end thus The general grief: now to my private wrong; The loss
of Gerrards Daughter Jaqueline: The hop'd for partner of my lawful
Bed, Your cruelty hath frighted from mine arms; And her I now was
wandring to recover. Think you that I had reason now to leave you,
When you are grown so justly odious, That ev'n my stay here with your
grace and favour, Makes my life irksome? here, surely take it, And do
me but this fruit of all your friendship, That I may dye by you, and not
your Hang-man.
Wol. Oh Hubert, these your words and reasons have As well drawn
drops of blood from my griev'd heart, As these tears from mine eyes;
Despise them not. By all that's sacred, I am serious, Hubert, You now
have made me sensible, what furies, Whips, Hangmen, and Tormentors
a bad man Do's ever bear about him: let the good That you this day
have done, be ever number'd The first of your best actions; Can you
think, Where Goswin is or Gerrard, or your love, Or any else, or all
that are proscrib'd? I will resign, what I usurp, or have Unjustly forc'd;
the dayes I have to live Are too too few to make them satisfaction With

any penitence: yet I vow to practise All of a man.
Hub. O that your heart and tongue Did not now differ!
Wol. By my griefs they do not. Take the good pains to search them out:
'tis worth it, You have made clean a Leper: trust me you have, And
made me once more fit for the society, I hope of good men.
Hub. Sir, do not abuse My aptness to believe.
Wol. Suspect not you A faith that's built upon so true a sorrow, Make
your own safetys: ask them all the ties Humanity can give, Hemskirk
too shall Along with you to this so wish'd discovery, And in my name
profess all that you promise; And I will give you this help to't: I have
Of late receiv'd certain intelligence, That some of them are in or about
Bruges To be found out: which I did then interpret, The cause of that
Towns standing out against me; But now am glad, it may direct your
purpose Of giving them their safety, and me peace.
Hub. Be constant to your goodness, and you have it. [Exeunt.

SCENA II.
Enter 3. Merchants.
1 Mer. 'Tis much that you deliver of this Goswin.
2 Mer. But short of what I could, yet have the Country Confirm'd it true,
and by a general oath, And not a man hazard his credit in it: He bears
himself with such a confidence As if he were the Master of the Sea,
And not a wind upon the Sailers compass, But from one part or other
was his factor, To bring him in the best commodities, Merchant e're
ventur'd for.
1. 'Tis strange.
2. And yet This do's in him deserve the least of wonder, Compared with

other his peculiar fashions, Which all admire: he's young, and rich, at
least Thus far reputed so, that since he liv'd In Bruges, there was never
brought to harbour So rich a Bottom, but his bill would pass
Unquestion'd for her lading.
3 Mer. Yet he still Continues a good man.
2 Mer. So good, that but To doubt him, would be held an injury Or
rather malice, with the best that traffique; But this is nothing, a great
stock, and fortune, Crowning his judgement in his undertakings May
keep him upright that way: But that wealth Should want the power to
make him dote on it, Or youth teach him to wrong it, best commends
His constant temper; for his outward habit 'Tis suitable to his present
course of life: His table furnish'd well, but not with dainties That please
the appetite only for their rareness, Or their dear price: nor given to
wine or women, Beyond his health, or warrant of a man, I mean a good
one: and so loves his state He will not hazard it at play; nor lend Upon
the assurance of a well-pen'd Letter, Although a challenge second the
denial From such as make th' opinion of their valour Their means of
feeding.
1 Mer. These are wayes to thrive, And the means not curs'd.
2 Mer. What follows, this Makes many venturers with him, in their
wishes, For his prosperity: for when desert Or reason leads him to be
liberal, His noble mind and ready hand contend Which can add most to
his free courtesies, Or in their worth, or speed to make them so. Is there
a Virgin of good fame wants dower? He is a Father to her; or a