Hub. A friend, the Hunts-man.
Hem. O 'tis he.
Hub. I have kept touch Sir, which is the Earl of these? Will he know a man now?
Hem. This my Lord's the Friend, Hath undertook the service.
Hub. If't be worth
His Lordships thanks anon, when 'tis done
Lording, I'll look for't, a rude Wood-man,
I know how to pitch my toils, drive in my game:
And I have don't, both Florez and his Father
Old Gerrard, with Lord Arnold of Benthuisen,
Cozen, and Jaculin, young Florez's Sister:
I have 'em all.
Woolf. Thou speak'st too much, too happy, To carry faith with it.
Hub. I can bring you Where you shall see, and find 'em.
Woolf. We will double What ever Hemskirk then hath promis'd thee.
Hub. And I'll deserve it treble: what horse ha' you?
Woolf. A hundred. That's well: ready to take Upon surprise of 'em.