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his rags.
Enter Snap, Hubert, and Hemskirke.
Snap. A Cove comes: Fumbumbis.
Prig. To your postures; arm.
Hub. Yonder's the Town: I see it.
Hemsk. There's our danger Indeed afore us, if our shadows save not.
Hig. Bless your good Worships.
Fer. One small piece of mony.
Prig. Amongst us all poor wretches.
Clau. Blind, and lame.
Ginks. For his sake that gives all.
Hig. Pitifull Worships.
Snap. One little doyt.
Enter Jaculin.
Jac. King, by your leave, where are you?
Fer. To buy a little bread.
Hig. To feed so many Mouths, as will ever pray for you.
Prig. Here be seven of us.
Hig. Seven, good Master, O remember seven, Seven blessings.
Fer. Remember, gentle Worship.
Hig. 'Gainst seven deadly sins.
Prig. And seven sleepers.
Hig. If they be hard of heart, and will give nothing-- Alas, we had not a charity this three dayes.
Hub. There's amongst you all.
Fer. Heaven reward you.
Prig. Lord reward you.
Hig. The Prince of pity bless thee.
Hub. Do I see? or is't my fancy that would have it so? Ha? 'tis her face: come hither maid.
Jac. What ha' you, Bells for my squirrel? I ha' giv'n bun meat, You do not love me, do you? catch me a butterfly, And I'le love you again; when? can you tell? Peace, we go a birding: I shall have a fine thing. [Exit.
Hub. Her voyce too sayes the same; but for my head I would not that her manners were so chang'd. Hear me thou honest fellow; what's this maiden, That lives amongst you here?
Gin. Ao, ao, ao, ao.
Hub. How? nothing but signs?
Gin. Ao, ao, ao, ao.
Hub. This is strange, I would fain have it her, but not her thus.
Hig. He is de-de-de-de-de-de-deaf, and du-du-dude-dumb Sir.
Hub. Slid they did all speak plain ev'n now me thought. Do'st thou know this same maid?
Snap. Why, why, why, why, which, gu, gu, gu, gu, Gods fool She was bo-bo-bo-bo-born at the barn yonder, By-be-be-be-be-Beggars Bush-bo-bo-Bush Her name is, My-my-my-my-my-match: so was her Mo-mo-mo-Mothers too-too.
Hub. I understand no word he says; how long Has she been here?
Snap. Lo-lo-long enough to be ni-ni-nigled, and she ha' go-go-go-good luck.
Hub. I must be better inform'd, than by this way. Here was another face too, that I mark'd Of the old mans: but they are vanish'd all Most suddenly: I will come here again, O, that I were so happy, as to find it, What I yet hope: it is put on.
Hem. What mean you Sir, To stay there with that stammerer?
Hub. Farewell friend,-- It will be worth return, to search: Come, Protect us our disguise now, pre'thee Hemskirk If we be taken, how do'st thou imagine This town will use us, that hath stood so long Out against Wolfort?
Hem. Ev'n to hang us forth Upon their walls a sunning, to make Crows meat, If I were not assur'd o' the Burgomaster, And had a pretty excuse to see a niece there, I should scarce venture.
Hub. Come 'tis now too late To look back at the ports: good luck, and enter. [Exeunt.

SCENA II.
Enter Goswin.
Gos. Still blow'st thou there? and from all other parts, Do all my agents sleep, that nothing comes? There's a conspiracy of windes, and servants, If not of Elements, to ha' me break; What should I think unless the Seas, and Sands Had swallow'd up my ships? or fire had spoil'd My ware-houses? or death devour'd my Factors? I must ha' had some returns.
Enter Merchants.
1 Mer. 'Save you Sir.
Gos. 'Save you.
1 Mer. No news yet o' your Ships?
Gos. Not any yet Sir.
1 Mer. 'Tis strange. [Exit.
Gos. 'Tis true Sir: what a voyce was here now? This was one passing bell, a thousand ravens Sung in that man now, to presage my ruins.
2 Mer. Goswin, good day, these winds are very constant.
Gos. They are so Sir; to hurt--
2 Mer. Ha' you had no letters Lately from England, nor from Denmark?
Gos. Neither.
2 Mer. This wind brings them; nor no news over land, Through Spain, from the Straights?
Gos. Not any.
2 Mer. I am sorry Sir. [Exit.
Gos. They talk me down: and as 'tis said of Vulturs They scent a field fought, and do smell the carkasses By many hundred miles: So do these, my wracks At greater distances. Why, thy will Heaven Come on, and be: yet if thou please, preserve me; But in my own adventure, here at home, Of my chast love, to keep me worthy of her, It shall be put in scale 'gainst all ill fortunes: I am not broken yet: nor should I fall, Me thinks with less than that, that ruins all. [Exit.

SCENA III.
Enter Van-dunck, Hubert, Hemskirk, and Margaret, Boors.
Van. Captain, you are welcom; so is this your friend Most safely welcom, though our Town stand out Against your Master, you shall find good quarter: The troth is, we not love him: Margaret some wine, Let's talk a little treason, if we can Talk treason, 'gainst the traitors; by your leave,