Ger. And is, wert thou a subject.
Flo. Is this that Traitor Wolfort?
Wol. Yes, but you Are they that are betrai'd: Hemskirk.
Ber. My Goswin Turn'd Prince? O I am poorer by this greatness, Than all my former jealousies or misfortunes.
Florez. Gertrude?
Wol. Stay Sir, you were to day too near her,
You must no more aim at those easie accesses,
Less you can do't in air, without a head,
Which shall be suddenly tri'd.
Ber. O take my heart, first, And since I cannot hope now to enjoy him, Let me but fall a part of his glad ransom.
Wol. You know not your own value, that entreat.
Ger. So proud a fiend as Wolfort.
Wol. For so lost A thing as Florez.