Beggars Bush Part 12

_Hig._ Has not the Gentleman, Pray mark this point Brother _Prig_, that n.o.ble Gentleman Reliev'd ye often, found ye means to live by, By imploying some at Sea, some here, some there; According to your callings?

_Boors._ 'Tis most true Sir.

_Hig._ Is not the man, an honest man?

_Boors._ Yes truly.

_Hig._ A liberal Gentleman? and as ye are true rascals Tell me but this, have ye not been drunk, and often, At his charge?

_Boors._ Often, often.

_Hig._ There's the point then, They have cast themselves, Brother _Prig_.

_Prig._ A shrewd point, Brother.

_Hig._ Brother, proceed you now; the cause is open, I am some what weary.

_Prig._ Can you do these things?

You most abhominable stinking Rascals, You turnip-eating Rogues.

_Boors._ We are truly sorry.

_Prig._ Knock at your hard hearts Rogues, and presently Give us a sign you feel compunction, Every man up with's cudgel, and on his neighbour Bestow such alms, 'till we shall say sufficient, For there your sentence lyes without partiality; Either of head, or hide Rogues, without sparing, Or we shall take the pains to beat you dead else: You shall know your doom.

_Hig._ One, two, and three about it.

_Prig._ That fellow in the blue, has true Compunction, [_Beat one another._ He beats his fellows bravely, oh, well struck boyes.

_Enter_ Gerrard.

_Hig._ Up with that blue breech, now playes he the Devil.

So get ye home, drink small beer, and be honest; Call in the Gentleman.

_Ger._ Do, bring him presently, His cause I'le hear my self.

_Enter_ Hemskirk.

_Hig. Prig._ With all due reverence, We do resign Sir.

_Ger._ Now huffing Sir, what's your name?

_Hem._ What's that to you Sir?

_Ger._ It shall be ere we part.

_Hem._ My name is _Hemskirk_, I follow the Earl, which you shall feel.

_Ger._ No threatning, For we shall cool you Sir; why did'st thou basely Attempt the murder of the Merchant _Goswin_?

_Hem._ What power hast thou to ask me?

_Ger._ I will know it, Or fley thee till thy pain discover it.

_Hem._ He did me wrong, base wrong.

_Ger._ That cannot save ye, Who sent ye hither? and what further villanies Have you in hand?

_Hem._ Why would'st thou know? what profit, If I had any private way, could rise Out of my knowledge, to do thee commodity?

Be sorry for what thou hast done, and make amends fool, I'le talk no further to thee, nor these Rascals.

_Ger._ Tye him to that tree.

_Hem._ I have told you whom I follow.

_Ger._ The Devil you should do, by your villanies, Now he that has the best way, wring it from him.

_Hig._ I undertake it: turn him to the Sun boyes; Give me a fine sharp rush, will ye confess yet?

_Hem._ Ye have rob'd me already, now you'le murder me.

_Hig._ Murder your nose a little: does your head purge Sir?

To it again, 'twill do ye good.

_Hem._ Oh, I cannot tell you any thing.

_Ger._ Proceed then.

_Hig._ There's maggots in your nose, I'le fetch 'em out Sir.

_Hem._ O my head breaks.

_Hig._ The best thing for the rheum Sir, That falls into your worships eyes.

_Hem._ Hold, hold.

_Ger._ Speak then.

_Hem._ I know not what.

_Hig._ It lyes in's brain yet, In lumps it lyes, I'le fetch it out the finest; What pretty faces the fool makes? heigh!

_Hem._ Hold, Hold, and I'le tell ye all, look in my doublet; And there within the lining in a paper, You shall find all.

_Ger._ Go fetch that paper hither, And let him loose for this time.

_Enter_ Hubert.

_Hub._ Good ev'n my honest friends.