Beggars Bush | Page 9

I know) Be some good Botchers issue, here in Bruges.
Gos. How?
Hem. Nay: I'me not certain of that; of this I am, If it once buy, and sell, its Gentry is gone.
Gos. Ha, ha.
Hem. You are angry, though ye laugh.
Gos. No, now 'tis pity Of your poor argument. Do not you, the Lords Of Land (if you be any) sell the grass, The Corn, the Straw, the Milk, the Cheese?
Van. And Butter: Remember Butter; do not leave out Butter.
Gos. The Beefs and Muttons that your grounds are stor'd with? Swine, with the very mast, beside the Woods?
Hem. No, for those sordid uses we have Tenants, Or else our Bailiffs.
Gos. Have not we, Sir, Chap-men, And Factors, then to answer these? your honour Fetch'd from the Heralds ABC, and said over With your Court faces, once an hour, shall never Make me mistake my self. Do not your Lawyers Sell all their practice, as your Priests their prayers? What is not bought, and sold? The company That you had last, what had you for't, i'faith?
Hem. You now grow sawcy.
Gos. Sure I have been bred Still, with my honest liberty, and must use it.
Hem. Upon your equals then.
Gos. Sir, he that will Provoke me first, doth make himself my equal.
Hem. Do ye hear? no more.
Gos. Yes, Sir, this little, I pray you, And't shall be aside, then after, as you please. You appear the Uncle, Sir, to her I love More than mine eyes; and I have heard your scorns With so much scoffing, and so much shame, As each strive which is greater: But, believe me, I suck'd not in this patience with my milk. Do not presume, because you see me young, Or cast despights on my profession For the civility and tameness of it. A good man bears a contumely worse Than he would do an injury. Proceed not To my offence: wrong is not still successful, Indeed it is not: I would approach your Kins-woman With all respect, done to your self and her.
Hem. Away Companion: handling her? take that. [Strikes him.
Gos. Nay, I do love no blows, Sir, there's exchange.
Hub. Hold, Sir. (He gets Hemskirks sword and cuts him on the head.
Mar. O murther.
Ger. Help my Goswin.
Mar. Man.
Van. Let 'em alone; my life for one.
Gos. Nay come, If you have will.
Hub. None to offend you, I, Sir.
Gos. He that had, thank himself: not hand her? yes Sir, And clasp her, and embrace her; and (would she Now go with me) bear her through all her Race, Her Father, Brethren, and her Uncles, arm'd, And all their Nephews, though they stood a wood Of Pikes, and wall of Canon: kiss me Gertrude, Quake not, but kiss me.
Van. Kiss him, Girl, I bid you; My Merchant Royal; fear no Uncles: hang 'em, Hang up all Uncles: Are not we in Bruges? Under the Rose here?
Gos. In this circle, Love, Thou art as safe, as in a Tower of Brass; Let such as do wrong, fear.
Van. I, that's good, Let Wolfort look to that.
Gos. Sir, here she stands, Your Niece, and my beloved. One of these titles She must apply to; if unto the last, Not all the anger can be sent unto her, In frown, or voyce, or other art, shall force her, Had Hercules a hand in't: Come, my Joy, Say thou art mine, aloud Love, and profess it.
Van. Doe: and I drink to it.
Gos. Prethee say so, Love.
Ger. 'Twould take away the honour from my blushes: Do not you play the tyrant, sweet: they speak it.
Hem. I thank you niece.
Gos. Sir, thank her for your life, And fetch your sword within.
Hem. You insult too much With your good fortune, Sir. [Exeunt Gos. and Ger.
Hub. A brave clear Spirit; Hemskirk, you were to blame: a civil habit Oft covers a good man: and you may meet In person of a Merchant, with a soul As resolute, and free, and all wayes worthy, As else in any file of man-kind: pray you, What meant you so to slight him?
Hem. 'Tis done now, Ask no more of it; I must suffer. [Exit Hemskirk.
Hub. This Is still the punishment of rashness, sorrow. Well; I must to the woods, for nothing here Will be got out. There, I may chance to learn Somewhat to help my enquiries further.
Van. Ha? A Looking-glass?
Hub. How now, brave Burgomaster?
Van. I love no Wolforts, and my name's Vandunk,
Hub. Van drunk it's rather: come, go sleep within.
Van. Earl Florez is right heir, and this same Wolfort Under the Rose I speak it--
Hub. Very hardly.
Van-d. Usurps: and a rank Traitor, as ever breath'd, And all that do uphold him. Let me goe, No man shall hold me, that upholds him; Do you uphold him?
Hub. No.
Van. Then hold me up. [Exeunt.
Enter Goswin, and Hemskirk.
Hem. Sir, I presume, you have a sword